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Заголовок: Стих by Marianne Moore
Прислано пользователем Лапочка на 03/22/04 в 00:36:16

Сегодня прочла это. Оно до боли живо напомнило мне Мелькора, которому мы как раз перемываем кости в связи с новыми текстами Ниенны.

Мэриэнн Мур - очень известная поэтэсса. Так что стих ставлю сюда.

***
What Are Years?

What is our innocence,
what is our guilt? All are
naked, none is safe. And whence
is courage: the unanswered question,
the resolute doubt, -
dumbly calling, deafly listening - that
in misfortune, even death,
encourage others
and in its defeat, stirs

the soul to be strong? He
sees deep and is glad, who
accedes to mortality
and in his imprisonment rises
upon himself as
the sea in a chasm, struggling to be
free and unable to be,
in its surrendering
finds its continuing.

So he who strongly feels,
behaves. The very bird,
grown taller as he sings, steels
his form straight up. Though he is captive,
his mighty singing
says, satisfaction is a lowly
thing, how pure a thing is joy.
This is mortality,
this is eternity.

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