Юрий Лорес - Перечитывая Диогена
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There is a sea of burned sienna
And algae are similar to dill.
That city is called Sinop,
Rolled to the exile of Diogenes.
There is a fragile air with salt
The trident of Poseidon, the port and Rostra,
And the bridge cannot get the island
which bears the name of the basilisk.

There are stolen sphinxes from Egypt,
Clutching the papyrus in stone claws,
as in oblivion on bent elbows,
Surveys are looking for their own sophisms.
There the gods look from each facade,
And the inscriptions of the Isters cannot be read,
The column supports the sky in honor
Another victory of Alexander.

There is everywhere the shadow of a huge cathedral,
And behind the back the copper ringing of horseshoes.
They guard the silence of gardens there
Clamps of cast -iron smooth patterns.
There the statues cover the thrill,
when threats the abyss of Borea
and makes the kings as a refuge
To prison the converted fortress.

You fall involuntarily to your knees,
But the sacrilege cannot be overcome.
The people are worthy of prosperity
But not worthy of his own creations.
Run of fate, make, get scared,
The Great City Turning to the perpetuity.
But the inhabitants of Sinop Diogenes
He sentenced to stay on the spot.