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Poems by Vasily Aksyonov

I overestimated
I underestimated
Sunsets and sunrises over cities in the streets
Lemon lilac booze
Camel muzzles
Flat squadrons of distant destroyers
Together with the wind pumping over a small Europe
Blind lanterns under wires
With a tram-screech
With a knock of heels
With the baby coupled
Fat mamlacate in the zinc fonts
Under the sun of Stalinism
Under the complex of examinations that grew up
And our youth called

I overestimated
I underestimated
Library smell
The collapse of books and Antan Francisco
And the angel slipped in the aisle after the letter S
To the beginning of the alphabet
Modest step so elusively escaped
And in the labyrinth of this with a special smell
So worried about the heart
All these thousands of copulations
Flight with a buzzing with greed of desire
Tender contacts honey collections
And replenishment of luggage knowledge

I overestimated
I underestimated
All dribbling and passing passes are powerful throws on the side
Blows from below
Frontal swings
Clamping
Pain receptor
Flight into the span of coal
A cigarette pressed to her cheek as a weighty argument
That presses against the opponent's wall in a scholarly dispute
Ghost of the barricade
And peer youth
Lessons
Giving tanks
Driven into their city in the morning
In youth
And in memory forever

I overestimated
I underestimated
Sanhedrin fierce under a dome of azure
And redwood columns white
Cold sequoias
To the redwood you called
Call for sharks
Shark's mouth and chin wipe
So surprised in the face of the zoo confusion
Friends
And the menagerie of the zoo
Atu-atu-atu them abroad
To a psychiatrist
In the coffin
And we and us crooks
The meat is more sent and fat and juice
Let through the tube in the back
Let in the nostrils of the ears
In the pores
Just to flow

I overestimated
I underestimated
Ungeny Brest-Lithuanian Chop Galician
Borscht in Belarusian
Swiss grub and Argentine hops
Shinjuko quarter in the noisy noise
Cellar Seto
And you Chigko
Monkey fur and its tricks
good luck
And the paroxysm of patriotism in the cupboard in the toilet
At the station
Under wet snow in a track of whales
Under the gold of Great Ivan
Under the secret rinse of the flag
For a bakery in a secluded corner

I overestimated
I underestimated
Its night lamp
Booze il schema
The joy of covering paper with white worms of signs
Beetles of hieroglyphs by sea
Cyrillic fences
And the lattice of the Gothic Latin alphabet
And a ladder in the night
All the nights comfort
Mysterious in the night passage through the park
Through the lunar mosaic
Terraces of the touch of hands
To chantecler screams
The touch of a cheek
And whispering and silence
Mystery in the night ...

How a night is multi-sounding!