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I am Sculping out of Putty...

December 27, 2020

This is my translation of «Я леплю из пластилина...» by Новелла Матвеева [Novella Matveyeva].

I am sculpting out of putty;
Clay is not this tender, funny.
I am sculpting out of putty
Dollies, harlequins, and pups.

If the dolly turns out queerly—
I will name her "Foolish Girly";
If the harlequin looks queerly—
I will name him "Mr. Dunce."

Then came up to me two brothers,
They came up and they exclaimed:
"Is the fault on these poor others?
Are the doll or clown to blame?

Them to love you do not bother;
Their frail shapes you knead and smother;
You yourself, and no another,
And nobody else to blame."

I am sculpting out of putty
And my heavy sighs are fleeing.
I am sculpting out of putty;
To myself I tell this plan:

If the dolly turns out queerly—
I will name her "My Poor Being."
If the harlequin looks queerly—
I will name him "My Poor Man."