ещё одна городская картинка
человек выходит на улицу площадь лобное место
чтоб не давили стены
раструбами валторн проходящий мимо оркестр
фальшивит шопена
человек выходит на улицу площадь лобное место
чтоб не давили стены
раструбами валторн проходящий мимо оркестр
фальшивит шопена
Три продавца, три одиночества усталых.
Ворота, задний двор, бордюр, все курят.
Три жизни не великих и не малых.
Простые люди, неприметные фигуры.
I am an ephemeral and a not too discontented citizen of a metropolis considered modern because all known taste has been evaded in the furnishings and the exterior of the houses as well as in the layout of the city
Here you will fail to detect...
Out beyond the sunset could I but find the way,
Is a sleepy blue laguna which widens to a bay,
And there's the Blessed City &mdash so the sailors say
The Golden City of St
EE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat,
Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote
See the white river that flashes and scintillates,
Curved like a tusk from the mouth of the city-gates
Beautiful Ancient City of Perth,
One of the fairest on the earth,
With your stately mansions and scenery most fine,
Which seems very beautiful in the summer time;
TY of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime
The true thy chartered freemen are, Of every age and clime
One holy Church, one army strong, One steadfast high intent,
One working band, one harvest-song, One King Omnipotent...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog
All day I sat and watched them come and go;
And now at last the sun was set,
Filling the waves with colored fire Till each seemed like a...
RK to me is the earth
Dark to me are the heavens
Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars
Desolate are the streets
HE City clocks point out the
They look like moons on their darkened towers-And I who was shown my
Thrice, but have no sense of location,
Am back again at one or the
Too old to carry arms and fight like the others - they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege I am supposed to be exact but I don't know when the invasion began two hundred ye...
Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine
I took the train