Научи
Жизнь, без тебя как прожить, научи,
Без искры озябшие чувства потухли.
Дальше как жить, надежды рухнули,
Мысленно, оборванную нить я ищу.
Жизнь, без тебя как прожить, научи,
Без искры озябшие чувства потухли.
Дальше как жить, надежды рухнули,
Мысленно, оборванную нить я ищу.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams
In
To
The amber of
At a high soul
Did the people of Viet Namuse lanterns of stone
Did they hold ceremoniesto reverence the opening of buds
Were they inclined to quiet laughter
Did they use bone and ivory,jade and silver, for ornament
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
I'd like to know what this whole show is all about before it's out
Like the sweet apple that
At end of the bough--Far end of the bough--Left by the gatherer's swaying,
Forgotten, so thou
Nay, not forgotten, ungotten,
Like as the lute that joys or else dislikes As in his art that plays upon the same,
So sounds my Muse according as she strikes On my heart strings high tun'd unto her fame
Her touch doth cause the warble of the sound Which here I yield i...
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of simile and metaphor
Authors of all races, be they Greeks,
Romans,
Teutons or Celts,
By A ForeignerI like Canadians
They are so unlike Americans
They go home at night
Their cigarettes don't smell bad
your tears taste like ocean, your sweat smells like rainyour body is sounds like drum
your eyes may recover or cause frightful pain
and only your shit never lie
Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings,
To keep themselves and their chief cities free,
Do easily yield, that all their coasts may be Ready to store their camps of needful things:
So Stella's heart finding what power Love ...