Меланхолия
Она нужна для того, чтобы
Мы больше видели
И были менее импульсивными.
Не доходя до погружения в поток хандры,
Она нужна для того, чтобы
Мы больше видели
И были менее импульсивными.
Не доходя до погружения в поток хандры,
OH thou
the musing, wakeful pow'r,
That lov'st the silent, midnight hour,
Thy lonely vigils then to keep,
Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see,
God bless his suddenness,
You thought I was that type:
That you could forget me,
And that I'd plead and
And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare,
There is a gentle thought that often springsto life in me, because it speaks of you
Its reasoning about love’s so sweet and true,the heart is conquered, and accepts these things
‘Who is this’ the mind enquires of the heart,‘who comes her...
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow: For as it was once so it shall be again
Ye shall cry out for death as ye stretch forth in vain F...
Кто мог подумать, что ты станешь светом? Морем и небом, Москвой и Невой, Истинной правдой и, вместе с тем, бредом, Хаосом хуже, чем снег в ночь зимой. Августом, звездами... Выстрелом в спину, Искрами боли, счастьем в груди. Легче бороться с Фински...
With every Thought I wentout of the World: there you were,you my Gentle One, you my Open One, and –you received us
Whosays that for us everything died,that for us there the Eye broke
Everything woke, all things began
Vast, a Sun cam...
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something
The west wind is dead, the
Forget to hate the cliff, in the upland
Whole hillsides burst
Most sweet, most powerful, Controller of my inmost soul; The terrible, yet precious gift Of heaven, companion kind Of all my days of misery, O thought, that ever dost recur to me; Of thy mysterious power Who speaketh not
Who hath not felt Its...