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The Stranger (English)

At evening, above the restaurants,
the sultry air is savage, heavy,
and the breath of spring, corruption,
holds the sound of drunken shouting.

Far off, over the dusty streets
the boredom of suburban houses,
the bakerys gilt sign glitters, faintly,
and theres the noise of children, crying.

And every night, beyond the toll,
the expert wits, in bowler hats,
tipped at a rakish angle, stroll
along the ditches with their ladies.







On the lake oars creak,
and somewhere a woman shrieks,
while the moons orb in the sky
inured, leers mindlessly.

And every night my only friend
is reflected in my wine-glass,
quiet like myself, and stunned
by sour mysterious drink.

While nearby waiters half-asleep
round the neighbouring tables pass,
and drunks with their rabbit eyes
cry out: In vino, veritas!

And each night at the appointed hour
(or is it only in dream I see it?)
the form of a girl, clothed in silk,
moves across the misted pane.





Passing slowly through the drunks,
and always on her own,
sits down by the window
scattering mist and perfume.

And her stiff silk brocades,
and her hat with its dark feather,
and her slender hand, clothed with rings,
breathe the air of ancient stories.

And bewitched by mysterious nearness,
I gaze through a shadowy veil,
and see an enchanted shoreline
and an enchanted distance.







Hidden secrets are given to me,
someones sun is for me to hold,
and the sour wine has entered
in the labyrinth of my soul.

And the soft ostrich plumes
nod gently in my brain,
and blue unending eyes bloom
in some distant place.

A treasures buried in my soul,
and the only key to it is mine!
Youre right, you drunken fool!
I know: Theres truth in wine.

Kneller, Andrey







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