Аннотация: перевод В Марковой к стихотворению http://www.zhurnal.lib.ru/editors/d/dolganow_a_n/perworyba.shtml
Proto-Fish.
Let us enjoy relax of fishing,
Not to make money, just for fun.
The Lord himself - my supposition-
Had been a fish man, so far.
As much cold cynic as a dreamer,
He had conjured with the waters.
He, the Contriver, did appear
Not to have dealt with rot unproper.
Ingenious inspired fruit,
His proto-trail was a bargain.
We hang about Him with spoon
To worm into His Eden garden.