the Saturday. Unusual but it's warm
and thrushes crying as in any June's evening
that is unusual so as day before
hawthorn was scratching at the glass
followed by wind (but window
wasn't opened) acacias were cracking
and clouds flaming were heralding
about the approaching frosts
but everything got calm and even thrush is singing
since very morning i've been messing with some Czech
poems and neighbourine
came on and asked for little iodine
then left on filling room with perfume
and this scent in the middle of the day
has caused an avalanche of memorias
with it was spoiled all the second half
well, that for me is not so weird
And now it's dark and I take up a pen
To write down I'm feeling kind of sluggish
and that the sea was quiet in the morn
But blustered again up towards the evening
The Saturday ориг. Бродский Суббота
© Copyright: Антон Некрасов 92, 2011
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