Я был тем, чьё присутствие в мире,
Зажгло психотропную мощность карлика,
Субтильного и неутомимого.
Он первым явился с даром зловещего смайлика.
Он скромен был, но всегда ощущался,
В момент критический всегда появлялся.
Он смотрел на меня, делал замечания.
Отсутствуя, но следил, знал все движения,
Успехи и достижения.
В час моего самого большого триумфа
Он сидел в аудитории, с завистливыми глазами,
В порицании, губы его изогнулись рогами.
Молчанием жизни он стал подобием клона,
Проснувшись от сна, ощущал его, головкой питона,
Приподнявшего своё лицо, и смотрящего.
Я потерял его, наконец, казалось, уже навсегда.
Но моя ткань рассыпалась. Стихийно пришла беда,
Тогда завершил он, то что меня убило -
Почему это было?
Стэнли Локхардт
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269.Stanley Lockhardt
I was one whose presence in the world
Awoke the psychotropic power of an enemy,
Subtle and tireless.
He came first with gifts, but with sinister smiles.
He was unobtrusive, but always to be sensed,
And always appeared at some critical hour.
He emerged to look me through, to make notes.
Absent he kept track of me, knew my movements,
Successes, reverses.
In the hour of my greatest triumph
He sat in the audience, his eyes bright with envy,
His lips horned with dispraise.
In the silences of life he would appear,
As one might awake from sleep to find a python's head
Reared to one's face, and staring.
I lost him at last, he seemed to be gone for good.
But my fabric crumbled. Disaster came —
Then he arrived to complete my ruin —
Why was it?
Вячеслав Толстов 28.12.2014 12:54 • Заявить о нарушении
I was one whose presence in the world
Awoke the psychotropic power of an enemy,
Subtle and tireless.
He came first with gifts, but with sinister smiles.
He was unobtrusive, but always to be sensed,
And always appeared at some critical hour.
He emerged to look me through, to make notes.
Absent he kept track of me, knew my movements,
Successes, reverses.
In the hour of my greatest triumph
He sat in the audience, his eyes bright with envy,
His lips horned with dispraise.
In the silences of life he would appear,
As one might awake from sleep to find a python's head
Reared to one's face, and staring.
I lost him at last, he seemed to be gone for good.
But my fabric crumbled. Disaster came —
Then he arrived to complete my ruin —
Why was it?
Вячеслав Толстов 28.12.2014 12:54 • Заявить о нарушении