From needle-shaped pestilential glasses

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From Moscow Notebooks. See also Poems. Translated from Russian by Dmitri Smirnov. In Russian: В игольчатых чумных бокалах.

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X. From needle-shaped pestilential glasses We drink the obsession of reasons, We touch by the hooks the small — As-simple-death Quantities. 5 And there where the spillikins are chained The baby keeps silence, The Great Universe is sleeping In the cradle of a small eternity. November 1933, Moscow

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