Перевод песни Allen Ginsberg – In The Back Of The Real

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Railroad yard in San Jose
I wandered desolate
In front of a tank factory
And sat on a bench
Near the switchman's shack
A flower lay on the hay on The asphalt highway
--the dread hay flower
I thought--It had a Brittle black stem and
Corolla of yellowish dirty
Spikes like Jesus' inchlong
Crown, and a soiled
Dry center cotton tuft
Like a used shaving brush
That's been lying under
The garage for a year
Yellow, yellow flower, and
Flower of industry
Tough spiky ugly flower
Flower nonetheless
With the form of the great yellow
Rose in your brain!
This is the flower of the World