«Непредсказуемый» Бродский (из цикла «Laterna Magica»). Ася Пекуровская

      Last night I was tormented twice,

      Walked to my window in a trice

      And caught a scrap of phrase that in a dream

      Was dropped and thrown beyond my ear’s rim.

      I felt no consolation for my vice.

      You came to me expectant, and, behold,

      Upon so many years of separation

      I felt remorseful, rueful and at fault.

      My hand extended gaily to your paunch,

      But reached in fact my pants and also (auch!)

      A switch. While walking to the window,

      I knew that you were left alone. I winnowed

      You from the daylight into isolation

      and lonely dreams. With no consolation

      You patiently wished the end or break

      Intentional. In darkness things-prolong

      What brakes in broad light where we longed

      To take the plunge or tie the knot,

      And turn into the double spinal monsters. So our tots

      Sufficed as rationale for our stripped bods.