Death and the harlequin (Obscure and flat verses)
Gentilhomme gest, soaked in reality,
Loses its charm and prompt “muscularity”.
When there’s nothing left but obscene farce,
Isn’t it nobler to just pull off your stars?
Death is the only worthy juxtaposition
To all what they call “social position”.
Illusion, swarming in harlequin’s mimics,
Is only acceptable to hideous cynics.
Смерть и Арлекин
© Copyright: Алексей Ешцин, 2009
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