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Monday, February 21, 2011
What Is In A Cruiser Apart From Vodka
WH Auden's birthday today.
Stephen Spender, John Ashbery, WH Auden. J. Brodsky
"My only desire then, as now, was to go to a greater closeness to the person I considered the greatest mind of the twentieth century: the Uistanu Hugh Auden bow to the shadows - Joseph Brodsky
WH Auden reads his own poems: "On the Circuit" "After Reading a Child's Guide to Modern Physics"
THE MORE LOVING ONE
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
September 1957
ТОТ, КТО ЛЮБИТ БОЛЬШЕ
Гляжу я на звезды and I know very well,
What sgin I - they are also bleak.
evil, indifference fades away, believe me,
Prev by what frightens man or beast.
What we say we were stars to burn
unrequited love, dumb mouth?
If equal affection can not let
be loving me more sad fall.
Funny Admirer as I think I am,
stars that do give a damn,
I hardly say that I catch her shadow
And I miss her terribly all day.
And if you happen all stars to disappear,
get used to it, I see an empty sky,
and darkness triumph I uchuyu soul,
Even though it requires a little time.
lane. Michael Feldman
Love and Cold
Looking at the stars, I know as a five-five,
What are they for me from this height do not care.
But here at the bottom of the indifference of all are kinder
Togo that waiting times from humans and animals.
wonder how much you'd been able to survive,
Blaze to you the star passion that will not be divided.
And if for reciprocity, we are not born with them,
Let me be in love, but they are cold.
Considering himself a fan of stars,
Which is my concern that it means nothing,
Now, looking at them, I can not say,
What I have had for a long time for him to get bored.
Yes, and die all the stars sgin from their heights,
I learned to look at the empty sky like a mole,
Feeling blind enthusiasm in its absolute тьмы,
Правда не сразу – но, может быть, до зимы.
перевод dennetta
Stephen Spender, John Ashbery, WH Auden. J. Brodsky
"My only desire then, as now, was to go to a greater closeness to the person I considered the greatest mind of the twentieth century: the Uistanu Hugh Auden bow to the shadows - Joseph Brodsky
WH Auden reads his own poems: "On the Circuit" "After Reading a Child's Guide to Modern Physics"
THE MORE LOVING ONE
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
September 1957
ТОТ, КТО ЛЮБИТ БОЛЬШЕ
Гляжу я на звезды and I know very well,
What sgin I - they are also bleak.
evil, indifference fades away, believe me,
Prev by what frightens man or beast.
What we say we were stars to burn
unrequited love, dumb mouth?
If equal affection can not let
be loving me more sad fall.
Funny Admirer as I think I am,
stars that do give a damn,
I hardly say that I catch her shadow
And I miss her terribly all day.
And if you happen all stars to disappear,
get used to it, I see an empty sky,
and darkness triumph I uchuyu soul,
Even though it requires a little time.
lane. Michael Feldman
Love and Cold
Looking at the stars, I know as a five-five,
What are they for me from this height do not care.
But here at the bottom of the indifference of all are kinder
Togo that waiting times from humans and animals.
wonder how much you'd been able to survive,
Blaze to you the star passion that will not be divided.
And if for reciprocity, we are not born with them,
Let me be in love, but they are cold.
Considering himself a fan of stars,
Which is my concern that it means nothing,
Now, looking at them, I can not say,
What I have had for a long time for him to get bored.
Yes, and die all the stars sgin from their heights,
I learned to look at the empty sky like a mole,
Feeling blind enthusiasm in its absolute тьмы,
Правда не сразу – но, может быть, до зимы.
перевод dennetta
Friday, February 18, 2011
Premenopausal Symptoms More Condition_treatment
piony @ 2011-02-18T16: 14:00
The trouble is that bare facts do not exist in a state of nature, for they are never really quite bare; the white trace of the wristwatch, the curled piece of sticking plaster on a bruised heel, these cannot be discarded by the most ardent nudist. A mere string of figures will disclose the identity of the stringer as neatly as tame ciphers yielded their treasure to Poe.‎The crudest curriculum vitae crows and flaps its wings in a style peculiar to the undersigner. I doubt whether you can even give your telephone number without giving something of yourself.
V. Nabokov "Nikolai Gogol"
The trouble is that bare facts do not exist because they are never completely naked, white mark on the watch bracelet, wrapped a piece of plaster knocked on the heel - they can not absolve themselves of the most fanatical nudist. Simple column of numbers will reveal the identity of who they add to, as accurately as malleable cipher gave the location of the treasure of Edgar Allan Poe. Most primitive curriculum vitae crows and flaps its wings as it is peculiar only to sign it. I doubt that you could call your telephone number without informing at the same time about himself.
The trouble is that bare facts do not exist in a state of nature, for they are never really quite bare; the white trace of the wristwatch, the curled piece of sticking plaster on a bruised heel, these cannot be discarded by the most ardent nudist. A mere string of figures will disclose the identity of the stringer as neatly as tame ciphers yielded their treasure to Poe.‎The crudest curriculum vitae crows and flaps its wings in a style peculiar to the undersigner. I doubt whether you can even give your telephone number without giving something of yourself.
V. Nabokov "Nikolai Gogol"
The trouble is that bare facts do not exist because they are never completely naked, white mark on the watch bracelet, wrapped a piece of plaster knocked on the heel - they can not absolve themselves of the most fanatical nudist. Simple column of numbers will reveal the identity of who they add to, as accurately as malleable cipher gave the location of the treasure of Edgar Allan Poe. Most primitive curriculum vitae crows and flaps its wings as it is peculiar only to sign it. I doubt that you could call your telephone number without informing at the same time about himself.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
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