*** A. A. Voznesensky перевод

I was stranded by the ocean on an island,
that was taken by snarks
Now I’m creeping. My stroma is broken.
I’m slacking of scars.

And two-footed co-brother is bucking
to my rescue with sepulchral spade.
I’ll not have time to dial right your number
O’the mobile mussel indeed.


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