Winter 2006-7

Translations - Alexsey Dayen
George Wallace

Genrikh Sapgir

                                tr Alexsey Dayen

The table
Looks like a white chair.
The wine glass
Looks like a john.
My nose
Looks like lots of noses.
And my fellow chit-chatter Nosov
Looks just like me.
But shaved mugs
Look like...
Lips of the woman next door
Look like...
Am I drunk?
No, I’m in my right mind.
Comparisons are sometimes worse than this …
And the restaurant
Looks like a dream.
The hubbub,
Mixed half-and-half with a jazz-band,
Incredibly resembles a noise.
Looks like a waiter,
Looks like a lieutenant.
We all look alike:
Looks like an enemy,
Looks like a friend.
Hatred looks like love,
Spilled wine - like blood.
Only a knife
Looks like
A knife.





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