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Поколение битников. Переводы Алексея Караковского

Ode to Keats, 2, The Dream Hedged about as we are with prayers and with taboos Yet the heart of the magic circle is covered with gray linoleum Over my head fly demons of the past Roi Lori Jimmy, they pass With a whooshing sound The only ghost who stands on the ground (who stands his ground) Is Freddie- I rise a few inches above the circle, and turn somersaults I want to go shopping, but all I see is my reflection I look tired and sad. I wear red. I am looking for love. On the sidewalk are lying the sick and the hungry: I hear "Spencer's Faerie Queen cost them all their lives." And Spencer? I ask, "What did this life buy?" Through the door is the way out, Alan stands in the doorway In an attitude of leaving, his head is turned As if to say goodbye, but he's standing still. Hedged about with primroses with promises The magic words we said when we were praying Have formed a mist about us...