Limits
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,
There must be one (which,
I am not sure)That I by now have walked for the last
Without guessing it, the pawn of that
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,
There must be one (which,
I am not sure)That I by now have walked for the last
Without guessing it, the pawn of that
Вот как жить хотел бы я,
Нужно мне немного:
Свод небес, да шум ручья,
Да еще дорога
No quedará en la noche una estrella
No quedará la noche
Moriré y conmigo la suma del intolerable universo
Borraré las pirámides, las medallas, los continentes y las caras
Из вереска напиток
Забыт давным-давно
А был он слаще меда,
Пьянее, чем вино
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,that face given back to us by a dream,the first jasmine of November,the endless yearning of the compass,a book...
Бери деревяшки и строй городок:
Дома и театры, музеи и док;
Пусть дождик прольется и хлынет опять:
Нам весело дома дворцы созидать
In these red labyrinths of LondonI find that I have chosenthe strangest of all callings,save that, in its way, any calling is strange
Like the alchemistwho sought the philosopher's stonein quicksilver,
I shall make everyday words—the gam...
Oh days devoted to the useless burdenof putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the Southem Hemisphere, to whom the fates or perhaps the stars have givena body which will leave behind no child, and blindness, which is semi-darkness an...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream
Amid the fleeting light,
I have slowed myself and queried,
Almost for consolation, if the bygone
Dónde estarán los siglos, dónde el sueñode espadas que los tártaros soñaron,dónde los fuertes muros que allanaron,dónde el Árbol de Adán y el otro Leño
El presente está solo
La memoriaerige el tiempo
Sucesión y engañoes la rutina de...
If I could live again my life,
In the next - I'll try,- to make more mistakes,
I won't try to be so perfect,
I'll be more relaxed,
Mirrors are not more silentnor the creeping dawn more secretive;in the moonlight, you are that pantherwe catch sight of from afar
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or...