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Стихи Джозефа Фазано в переводах Ала Пантелята


Joseph Fasano
Clemency

Isn’t this mercy-the late
light, the lilies,
the father

leaning into the pasture to lay his lips
on the forehead of the chestnut filly with its haunches all strengthened
for summer?

We dream the man who wounds us into song.