<p>435. DREAM
<a l:href="#c_464"><sup>{*}</sup></a></p>«Now it is coming, and the soonerthe better», said my swooning soul —and in the sudden blinding lunarlandscape, out of a howling holea one-legged child that howled with laughterhopped and went hopping hopping aftera bloody and bewildered bone,a limb that walked away alone.Perhaps the window shade had billowedand slapped the darkness on the face;but when I had picked up and pillowedthe book of sleep and found the place,I saw him haltingly returningout of the dust, back to the burninghole of his three-walled home — that boyhugging a new, a nameless toy.<16 августа 1944>; Кембридж, Масс.<p>436. DANDELIONS
<a l:href="#c_465"><sup>{*}</sup></a></p>Moons on the lawn replace the sunsthat mowers happily had missed.Where age would stoop, a babe will squatand rise with star-fluff in its first.30 мая 1950; Итака, Нью-Йорк<p>437. LUNAR LINES
<a l:href="#c_466"><sup>{*}</sup></a></p>Spell «night». Spell «pebbles»: Pebbles in the Night.Peep, crated chicks on lonely station! ThisIs now the ABC of the abyss,The Desperanto we must learn to write.<28 апреля 1966><p>ПЕРЕВОДЫ НА АНГЛИЙСКИЙ
<a l:href="#c_467"><sup>{*}</sup></a></p><p>Александр Пушкин</p>
