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The eternal lightning of Lenin's bones [Oct. 24th, 2018|09:52 am]
Не спалось, открыл опять в случайном месте "The Oxford Book of Modern
Verse". Снова, думаю, вот, хорошее стихотворение:

Edward Powys Mathers

English Girl

I that lived ever about you
Never touched you, Lilian;
You came from far away
And devils with twitching faces
Had all their will of you
For gold.
But I saw your little feet in your bedroom,
Your little heathen shoes I kept so bright.
For they regarded not your feet, Lilian,
But I regarded.
Your little heathen stockings were mine to carry
And to set out and to wash.
They regarded not your feet,
But I that lived ever about you
Never touched you, Lilian.
Their faces twitch more this frosty morning;
They have put you in a heathen box
And hidden your feet and carried you out in the frosty morning.
They have passed with you over the foggy brook
And look like big blue men in the mist on the other side.
Now only the mist and the water remain.
They never regarded your feet,
But I regarded, Lilian.
Their faces ever twitched,
But for the seven years since I saw you
My face did not change.
They never regarded your warm feet,
But I regarded.

From the Chinese (19th Century).

А оно опять китайское.

Еще по соседству Ленин, тоже почти с китайского, но нет:

Hugh M'Diarmid

The Skeleton of the Future
(At Lenin's Tomb)

Red granite and black diorite, with the blue
Of the labradorite crystals gleaming like precious stones
In the light reflected from the snow; and behind them
The eternal lightning of Lenin’s bones.
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Date:October 24th, 2018 - 01:51 pm
очень хорошее, кстати
если бы не вторая строчка второй строфы, я бы мог
подумать, что это Shiropayev
Date:October 24th, 2018 - 07:50 pm
chital i plakal
Date:October 24th, 2018 - 03:44 pm
red granite and black diarrhea, with the blue

вообще хороший макдиармид, нацбол эдакий