A bit of strange-tempered fear
Is hidden somewhere on your mouth
And every kiss as a gear
That makes be thirsty enough
And every your touch is as current
Which hits, bites and burns me all
You are an ideal –no, you aren’t –
But why do I fall down this hole?
There is my pleasure’s extreme infinitude,
Or my mind’s beautiful joke,
Either erratic play of my mood,
Either my necessary coke.
I owe love
© Copyright: Аника Майотт, 2006
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"coke", конечно, хорошо, но смотрите Lullaby Уинстана Одена, ИМХО, одна из лучших англоязычных вещей в этой теме.
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstasy.
Марго Яковлева 13.11.2007 23:10 • Заявить о нарушении
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstasy.
Марго Яковлева 13.11.2007 23:10 • Заявить о нарушении
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