And the next time, a deaf-mute —
I will come to a world where I give a poem to everyone, give everyone my hearing.
Indeed it’s all the same — what they say — I don’t understand.
Indeed it’s all the same — who can make it out? — what I say.
Forbid me God — again Corinna
arrives in this region, where people are harder than ice, ice floes harder than cliffs.
Like a deaf-mute — with such a long
braid—down to the floor! — so long
you wouldn’t recognize her.
А следующий раз — глухонемая
Приду на свет, где всем свой стих дарю, свой слух дарю.
Ведь всё равно — что говорят - не понимаю.
Ведь всё равно — кто разберёт? - что говорю.
Бог упаси меня — опять Коринной
В сей край придти, где люди твёрже льдов,
а льдины — скал.
Глухонемою — и с такою длинной —
— Вот — до полу — косой, чтоб не узнал!
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