viacheslav kupriyanov Poems

Every night
the dead one
lifts the lid of the coffin
and checks with the touch of his fingers:
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EITELSKEITSDÄMMERUNG

Jede Nacht
Hebt der Tote
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Einst wird unsre Zeit uns danken.
Daß wir dem gemeinen blanken
Bösen auf die Schliche kamen:
Hippopotamos mit Namen.
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ചിറകുകൾ
കണ്ടുപിടിക്കും
മുമ്പ്
മനുഷ്യൻ കൂട്
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If rabbits were armed
to kill wolves
would the rabbits
having killed the wolves
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Dire our age, each day - a mess;

Don't despair, though, I implore.
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歌唱课

人
发明了笼子
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Into my face
I have taken the faces
of everyone I love
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'My Face' in Chinese
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I am the wolf wolf
I am the winter night wolf wolf
My footsteps serve the spirit of snow
I am the master of crackling someone's bones
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