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Не уходи покорно в сумрак ночи!
Пылает пусть в закате дня
Хромая старость и пророчит
Золу, что следствие огня.
Пылает пусть в закате дня
Хромая старость и пророчит
Золу, что следствие огня.


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,


The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death

Say nay,
Man dry man,
Dry lover
The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor,
Man dry man,
Dry lover
The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor,

i W h oA r e y o
Who is
In the next
So loud to my
Who is
In the next
So loud to my

From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft
And to the hollow minute of the womb,
From the unfolding to the scissored caul,
The time for breast and the green apron
And to the hollow minute of the womb,
From the unfolding to the scissored caul,
The time for breast and the green apron

In the mustardseed sun,
By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks And palavers of
This sandgrain day in the bent bay's grave He celebrates and
By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks And palavers of
This sandgrain day in the bent bay's grave He celebrates and

Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,
Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,
But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;
Master the night nor serve the snowman's
Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,
But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;
Master the night nor serve the snowman's

I have longed to move
From the hissing of the spent
And the old terrors' continual
Growing more terrible as the
From the hissing of the spent
And the old terrors' continual
Growing more terrible as the

This day winding down
At God speeded summer's
In the torrent salmon sun,
In my seashaken
At God speeded summer's
In the torrent salmon sun,
In my seashaken

Once it was the colour of
Soaked my table the uglier side of a
With a capsized field where a school sat
And a black and white patch of girls grew playing;
Soaked my table the uglier side of a
With a capsized field where a school sat
And a black and white patch of girls grew playing;

Before I knocked and flesh let enter,
With liquid hands tapped on the womb,
I who was as shapeless as the
That shaped the Jordan near my
With liquid hands tapped on the womb,
I who was as shapeless as the
That shaped the Jordan near my

Sometimes the sky's too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a
To nourish thinking of him
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a
To nourish thinking of him

Incarnate devil in a talking snake,
The central plains of Asia in his garden,
In shaping-time the circle stung awake,
In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple,
The central plains of Asia in his garden,
In shaping-time the circle stung awake,
In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple,

Now as I was young and easy under the apple
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and

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