TWO LEGS
OR
ДВЕ НОГИ
TWO LEGS
Two legs,
And just one head on top,
Has the shape
Of a dog’s head.
I can’t touch you.
Your body is cold.
A shadow falls from
The wall,
And is spread like
Dead on the floor.
ДВЕ НОГИ
Две ноги,
и только одна голова сверху,
имеет форму
головы собаки.
Я не могу коснуться к тебе.
Твое тело холодное.
тень падает с
стена,
и лечь как
мертвый на полу.
SOMEONE IS CALLING YOU
OR
КТО-ТО ЗВОНИТ ТЕБЕ
SOMEONE IS CALLING YOU
Someone is calling you.
You look back
Nobody here.
But your shadow
Comes after you
Like a cat.
The cat speaks
It tells you that you
You’re lost
But you already knew this.
КТО-ТО ЗВОНИТ ТЕБЕ
Кто-то звонит тебе.
Ты оглядываешься назад,
никого нет.
Но твоя тень
идет после вас
как кошка.
Кот говорит,
сказать тебе, что ты
заблудились,
но ты знали это раньше.
TO SLEEP IS LIKE TO DIE
OR
СПАТЬ ЭТО КАК УМЕРЕТЬ
TO SLEEP IS LIKE TO DIE
I fell from an inflatable bed
This morning.
Either there was too much air or I was too fat.
In a room small
Like a box
I see my dream,
Walking,
Like a silhouette next to me,
And it takes my tears
In its palm.
СПАТЬ ЭТО КАК УМЕРЕТЬ
Я упал с надувной кровати
этим утром.
Либо было слишком много воздуха, либо я слишком толстый.
В маленькой комнате
как коробка,
я вижу свою мечту,
ходьба,
как силуэт рядом со мной,
и он берет мои слезы
в его ладони.
Ivan de Monbrison
is a poet, novelist and artist born in 1969 in Paris. He has studied oriental languages in Paris, and then worked for the Picasso Museum, before dedicating himself to his own creativity. He has been published in literary magazines globally.
His last poetry book in English and Russian без лица / Faceless has just been released in Canada.
He does not believe that his art is of any real significance. He does it as some kind of tribal ritual. He is fully aware that vanity is one of the worst enemies of most poets and artists, and tries to stay away from it as much as possible.
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