In the morning blood in me
speaks itself in verses.
Letters are discharged from lips
if you are a poet.
'Organ of speech' works in me,
lifting from below
all the words, and self-made speech
as on ledges flow.
It is moving tongue in mouth,
lips are self-pronouncing,
not the brain dictates, commands -
supersoul above us.
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Ранним утром кровь во мне
говорит стихами.
человек вида 'поэт'
буквы испражняет.
Этот орган 'речи' в нем
поднимает снизу
все слова, и речь течет
словно по карнизу.
Шевелит язык во рту,
шевелит губами.
И не мозг диктует тут -
Сверхдуша над нами.
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