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.
The more loving one
© Copyright: Уистан Оден, 2008
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If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
ах,сказка,а не строки:)
Алексей Скипин 24.01.2008 00:08 • Заявить о нарушении
Let the more loving one be me.
ах,сказка,а не строки:)
Алексей Скипин 24.01.2008 00:08 • Заявить о нарушении
кстати,у замечательного импрессиониста Эдуарда Мане(чья картина над стихотворением) сегодня день рождения - это так,кстати...
Алексей Скипин 24.01.2008 00:09 Заявить о нарушении
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