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Из американской поэзии. Переводы Андрея Харчевникова

Elegy for Thelonious by Yusef Komunyakaa Damn the snow. Its senseless beauty pours a hard light through the hemlock. Thelonious is dead. Winter drifts in the hourglass; notes pour from the brain cup. damn the alley cat wailing a muted dirge off Lenox Ave. Thelonious is dead. Tonight's a lazy rhapsody of shadows swaying to blue vertigo & metaphysical funk. Black trees in the wind. Crepuscule with Nellie plays inside the bowed head. "Dig the Man Ray of piano!" O Satisfaction, hot fingers blur on those white rib keys. Coming on the Hudson. Monk's Dream. The ghost of bebop from 52nd Street, footprints in the snow. Damn February. Let's go to Minton's & play "modern malice" till daybreak. Lord, there's Thelonious wearing that old funky hat pulled down over his eyes.