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Пишет llsnk ([info]llsnk)
@ 2008-10-24 13:54:00


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Их многое
С большим интересом почитал википедийные статьи о Йейтсе (William Butler Yeats) и Шелли (Percy Bysshe Shelley) -- скандалы, достойные передачи "Программа Максимум". Читать самих символистов и романтиков не получается.

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert1
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel2 shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


1. Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
2. Wind