Jedes in Not
In meiner Hand weiss-gelb
Jedes Bluezenblatt zitternde Hoffnung
Fallend auf betonfarbene Strasse
Das letzte bleibt stehen
Kanns nicht verstehen
Getretenes Rot
Sollst noch nicht gehen
Doch die Liebe ist tot
Willst es nicht sehen?
Lebewesen und Herzen in Not
Ueberall seh ich es....
Das getretene Rot
Каждое в нужде
© Copyright: Эмма Клейн, 2015
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%%I have remembered beauty in the night,
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
I have remembered music in the dark,
The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach’s,
And running water singing on the rocks
When once in English woods I heard a lark.
But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague pelude to the thought of you –
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best,
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you I am at rest%%
Валерия Зорина 3 12.09.2015 16:29 • Заявить о нарушении
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
I have remembered music in the dark,
The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach’s,
And running water singing on the rocks
When once in English woods I heard a lark.
But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague pelude to the thought of you –
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best,
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you I am at rest%%
Валерия Зорина 3 12.09.2015 16:29 • Заявить о нарушении
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