но пока мне рот не забили глиной
Apr. 10th, 2011 10:06 pmFollow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
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Date: 2011-04-11 12:48 pm (UTC)Everyone by whom it lives;
Pardons cowardice, conceit,
Lays its honours at their feet.
это?
А в том, что сделал ИБ по мотивам, лучше всего начало, конечно - про волны.
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