June 7th, 2005

chagall

stih

For the past 3 years I have been on and off (mostly off) translating the following verses by W. H. Auden. I understand almost nothing of the original - except maybe for the general feeling of decay and decadence. :) Which are probably the same, anyway. As a careful reader would undoubtedly discover, I have tried to introduce traces of meaning into the translation. Hope the author is great enough not to mind.

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