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from the September 2012 issue

From Resurrection to Sunday

Берег уводит к солнцу

from  resurrection to sunday 
we cross off dates on the calendar
waiting for salvation
it comes in an appearance of mountain air
in the gas chamber of a city
silvery ants
drag stones up to the summit
rub against steel sides
tracks left on the neck from a tight collar
under quilted clouds
© Aigerim Tazhi. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2012 by J. Kates. All rights reserved.


Берег уводит к солнцу

от воскресения до воскресенья 
ставим крестики календарные 
ждем спасения

оно приходит в виде воздуха горного 
в газовой камере города

серебристые муравьи 
тащат к вершине камни
трутся стальными боками 

след на шее от тесного ворота 

под ватными облаками

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