Interior
Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall
There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines;
Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall
There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines;
Now comes the evening of the mind
Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;
Here is the shadow moving down the
Where you sit reading by the garden wall
O my mind,
Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One
Whatever thou seest twixt earth and
Will perish
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held
Where knowledge is
Where the world has not been broken up into
By narrow domestic
Men of superior mind busy themselves first getting at the root of things; when they succeed, the right course is open to them
You'll conquer the present suspiciously fast if you smell of the future -and stink of the past
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Устаю от романов и нотного стана сознания.
Раскрываю на небе слепого Эреба признания.
За столом плыли вёсны, все тихо и просто. Трагически
Мы скитались под небом, овеянным Фебом.
Are you still my friend?
I never knew
Life could turn into a long
Examination