The Trial (англійською)

The paragraphs were seated at the table,
The footnotes by the witness stand.
And so to pierce the suspect with their eyes were able
Quotations all with bayonets in hand.

The circular was peering through his glasses,
And explanations warmed themselves by nearby stoves.
The symbols jumped, as if phantasms
From telephonic wisdom tubes.

“She’s not one of us” the circular had stated.
“Yes! She’s a strangerthe paragraphs had yelled;
“Unheard of’ screamed the footnotes unabated
And shouting startedy sounding all like hell.

The circular looked at them gravelyy
And stopped their outbursts and their laughs.
So she was crucified and martyred bravely
For all the portly paragraphs.

In vain she shed her tears and swore,
That evil she knew not and never had,
But iron logi&s what the judges bore.
She fit no margins — THAT they all abhorred;
She was a thought — original, at that.

Перекладач: Andriy M. Freishyn-Chirovsky
Оригінал: Суд
Мова: english

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