Из американской поэзии. Переводы Андрея Харчевникова


Brown sounds
by Henry Dumas

brown sound chocolate
memories
like the first time
you saw grapes
and tasted them
and learned the color
blue

brown sound cream milk
echoes
like the first time
you saw bees
and tasted gold
and learned the honey
tongue

brown sound africa
pulses
like the first time
you exploded between legs
and heard drums
and learned the message
of rhythm love
brown sound america
pulses plus pushing
down trees
like the first time
you saw that wild crazy horse
riding through painted deserts
and you learned the grand canyon
red mother
brown sound
black outline
like the first time
like the first time
the first time
is the last time
like that