sun - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

Скажите, зачем на небе звезды?
Для чего оно днем голубое?
Почему майский жук пронесся?
И пес на луну воет?

No I can't touch the clouds for you I've never reached the sun for youI've never done the things that you need done for youI've stretched as high as I can reach I guess I'm not the one for
Cause I can't touch the clouds or reach the sun for

The sun was slumbering in the West,
My daily labors past;
On Anna's soft and gentle breast My head reclined at last;
The darkness closed around, so dear To fond congenial souls,

The sun has set, and the long grass now Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone In some warm nook a couch to find
In all the lonely landscape round I see no light and hear no sound,
E...

Put by the sun my joyful soul,
We are for darkness that is whole;
Put by the wine, now for long
We must be thirsty with salt tears;

The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet;
The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet
Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore,
Though evening ...

The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,
The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin To long in aching music
Spirit-pined,
In wafts that poignant sweetness drifts, until The wounded soul ooze...

The earth is the cup of the sun,
That he filleth at morning with wine,
With the warm, strong wine of his
From the vintage of gold and of light,

From a Normandy crucifix of 1632I am the great sun, but you do not see me, I am your husband, but you turn away
I am the captive, but you do not free me, I am the captain but you will not obey
I am the truth, but you will not believe me,...

HE summer sun shone round me,
The folded valley
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day

The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears,
The world has rolled white from your back,
Your thighs:
The sea has stained rust at the crimson of your breasts,

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature — not his Father but his Mother stirs within him, and he becomes immortal with herimmortality
From time to time she claims kindredship with us, and some globule from her veins steals up into our own<...