НЬЮ-ЙОРК. Юджину Чаку "Надежда и история могут рифмоваться"...

NEW YORK.
Eugene Chuck

"Hope and history can rhyme"
Shaymas Heaney "Cure in Three"

We floated along the river, as if it hadn't passed
Those three centuries and on another planet
Rampant long island wing
How Gulliver blows Manhattan from heaven

Subway to tear the bowels from afar
Three hundred years later from our boat
And we, until you look out from the river
Neither the windows of Queens, nor the outskirts of the Bronx

Do not stop the pupil
It will stretch to the north, to the border -
Adirondack night whispers to a star
What faces everyone does not remember

Do not remember dates, passers-by, among them
Losing us, recent, to the same extent
Like clouds, like long beeps
At cargo ships from the Erie Canal

How can infinity be remembered? In her
Uniqueness lose numbers
In the ranks of soldiers fighting Champlain
Damn everyone, as he does not find his waves,

Unlike bullets and land
But so what? The grass grows thick
And leave the sun daily
Saying goodbye by a strip by sunset.

There the swift blackens. The world doesn’t care -
What a haircut ... Let it be.
So man in space is only one
Of the common faces of the crowd. So honeycomb in the hives,

Lost multiplying. So the edges
Do not isolate from the general drawing
So the particular part of the small part of being
It’s only important for itself as if

And then what is freedom? You are nobody,
Although the "outside" is almost exactly "outside"
Although Plato ... And what is always Plato?
The bill of ideas certainly serves

Amendment that he is an idea. Here
The senseless perniciousness of knowledge
Kant's text is a "thing in itself." World - turnover
From our thoughts to what we ourselves

We are in the world - gives "to be" variability. Moreover -
The presence of speech in life. For -
Berkeley will fade before the triumph
Human Rights (Obviously by virtue of

Impotence give the illusion of law
Although they are just so illusory!)
Say what you like at first just words
And after the way to rearrange them

And beyond the evidence for Thomas,
Beyond the distance of outstretched fingers
Lies all that we can not cover
And makes us move ...

There was everything ... Here the earth rose again.
Alexander thundered, moira hissed,
Catullus wrote and, shaking the globe,
Pelloponnesian war ended

Achaea, Rome - again and akin
There is no history besides the local hills
Once again, the globe of the earth was brought to the Palantine
Atilla destructive horses

Here, like a temple, the courts are exalted
You, instead of an angel, pray for a lawyer
And having made the sacrifice
The success of the truth goes into gold

Success of lies all in the same nature
Like pseudo-alchemical stones,
Probability theories are nothing
Will not prove better than litigation.

Broadway here love Lara, as a result,
Not just wanderings, but the way to Ithaca,
And the green light will fly by
From Fifth Avenue to Chiktovagi

Here the prostitute dreams of Moses
And it seems that the statue of Liberty
Leads the people back to the Holy Land
Through the ocean where the waters parted ...
A.E.