WINTER 2007

 


Winter 2006-7



Translations - Alexsey Dayen
George Wallace

Genrikh Sapgir

IN THE RESTAURANT
                                tr Alexsey Dayen

The table
Looks like a white chair.
The wine glass
Looks like a john.
My nose
Looks like lots of noses.
And my fellow chit-chatter Nosov
Looks just like me.
But shaved mugs
Look like...
Lips of the woman next door
Look like...
Am I drunk?
No, I’m in my right mind.
Comparisons are sometimes worse than this …
And the restaurant
Looks like a dream.
The hubbub,
Mixed half-and-half with a jazz-band,
Incredibly resembles a noise.
Officer
Looks like a waiter,
Porter
Looks like a lieutenant.
We all look alike:
Friend
Looks like an enemy,
Enemy
Looks like a friend.
Hatred looks like love,
Spilled wine - like blood.
Only a knife
Looks like
A knife.


               

 

 


 

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