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Я помню медитацию у моря,
Рассвет - такой сияющий и дивный,
И не было опасности и горя,
Весною пахли небеса и клинья

I am part of nature, and nature is part of me. I am what I am in my communication and communion with all living things. I am an irreducible and coherent whole with the web of life on the planet. Nature, the human community and the universe is…

"The flag goes with the foul landscape, and our jargon muffles the drum." In the great centers we'll nurture the most cynical prostitution.
We'll massacre logical revolts.
In spicy and drenched lands!-- at the service of the…

Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68?

Безіменність, барикади снігу,
Тиша - і холодна, і пуста,
Ви ввійшли тепер у вищу лігу -
Північчю збудовані міста.

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain, — Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town;

All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters,
Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons,

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…

It is usualfor people in this country(out of pretended respectbut rather from an impertinent curiosity)to desire to seepersonsafter they aredead.
It is my earnest request that no personon any pretence whatevermay be permitted to see…

A short
To avoid dejection,
By
In occupations,

Found a family, build a state,
The pledged event is still the same:
Matter in end will never
His ancient brutal claim.

People are self-centredto a nauseous degree.
They will keep on about themselveswhile I'm explaining me.

Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!
All the house is asleep, but we know very
That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear.

I AM the people — the mob—the crowd—the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the
world's food and clothes.

I know a little country place
Where still my heart doth linger,
And o'er its fields is every grace
Lined out by memory's finger.

Take up the White Man's burden— Send forth the best ye breed— Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need;
To wait, in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild— Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.

Boys in fancy clothes never starve,
but Confucian scholars often find their lives in ruin.
Please listen to my explanation,
Sir

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are…

Poor restless dove,
I pity thee;
And when I hear thy plaintive moan,
I mourn for thy captivity,

I can write no stately
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.
For if of these fallen

Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.
People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law said I ruined the family reputation.
Rana sent me a cup of poison and Mira drank it laughing.
I dedicated my body and soul at the feet of Hari.

Bells are booming down the bohreens,
White the mist along the grass,
Now the Julias,
Maeves and

Love lies bleeding in the bed
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:   Love lies bleeding.
Stately shine his purple plumes

At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum Trying to cross the street.
It was late, the street Was brightly lit, the opossum would take A few steps forward, then back away from the breath Of moving traffic.
People coming out of the…