Джей Фост - Мои предрассветные
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My predawn
poems,

written on a napkin
On the kitchen tablecloth,

Without one
pronouns -

Like rain
Above the Montana mountains,

as if from the thirties
jazz,

so by the way
Always so by the way

Refreshed
Damn
us.

so early
you never
Do not get out of bed

because
You value your dreams
About warm rain in Kyoto,
walking along the sidewalk
Like by notes,

about the time
Without changes.

These verses
They love anxiously
The silence of your walls
ringing,

and you,
Sleeping serene.