Сегодня - день рождения Вигго Мортенсена
А вот одно из лучших его стихотворений из сборника "Recent Forgeries".
Cursive
Outside, foreplay of rain clouds. Inside,
you write in your diary - probably about
the argument we've been having on and off
all morning. Little pen, never stops.
Nothing omitted, everything rewritten.
Shared past becomes rope, stretches
necks. We don't fight; we don't lose.
Short hands present you. I am exposed.
It's not personal, you say, it's art.
It's defence, I say.
I'll put on my clothes.
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