Half-forest of this striped and shabby trunks
All under ply of mud and fuel oil,
Eclecticism of slums and domes and drunks,
And everywhere - absurdly gilded foil.
As if after Last Judgment all the crowds
Were overtaken by the will (not) deity,
Dividing into those who bought the clouds
And all the rest, just left with pockets empty
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Данное произведение является художественным авторским переводом стихотворения "XXI"
http://stihi.ru/2020/05/01/1666
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