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| Автор: Геннадий Казакевич - 27-Jul-10 08:23 |
http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/chrono.html
Здесь много, но, разумеется, далеко не всё.
А вот - "Спящие":
http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/sleepers.html
The Sleepers
No map traces the street
Where those two sleepers are.
We have lost track of it.
They lie as if under water
In a blue, unchanging light,
The French window ajar
Curtained with yellow lace.
Through the narrow crack
Odors of wet earth rise.
The snail leaves a silver track;
Dark thickets hedge the house.
We take a backward look.
Among petals pale as death
And leaves steadfast in shape
They sleep on, mouth to mouth.
A White mist is going up.
The small green nostrils breathe,
And they turn in their sleep.
Ousted from that warm bed
We are a dream they dream.
Their eyelids keep the shade.
No harm can come to them.
We cast out skins and slide
Into another time.
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Gennadi K
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ANCORA IMPARO-> На один уровень вверх |
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