Искусствоед
Christine Lavant
Who will help ME to starve tonight
and all the nights which may yet come?
The round moon makes a wide arc
away from me, I am already too slim for it.
How I would love it now to drop my eyes
like gravel from the window,
for a drunk down in the street
to tread them deep into first snow.
But even blind, I would still
know everything and see you leave
over again, for sparks climb
like stars of hunger from my crying.
tr. by David Chorlton.
Who will help ME to starve tonight
and all the nights which may yet come?
The round moon makes a wide arc
away from me, I am already too slim for it.
How I would love it now to drop my eyes
like gravel from the window,
for a drunk down in the street
to tread them deep into first snow.
But even blind, I would still
know everything and see you leave
over again, for sparks climb
like stars of hunger from my crying.
tr. by David Chorlton.