"Beauty is truth, truth beauty", - that is all
We know on earth, you truth, but you enthrall
My soul, and if you know, I am in pain,
Forsake me not, I call you, come again:
The world is weird, but try not to escape;
You are not shadow, are you not the shape?
With you I find delight in my despair.
For ever fair is foul, and foul is fair.
But what is fair and free is also frail;
Beware themselves the grain, the grape, the Grail.
Truth is the beauty, beauty is the blow;
That's all we know and all we need to know.
10.06.1995.
The grain, the grape, the Grail
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Thank you.
If we assume that poem arises spontaneously as some end in itself,
the quest for consonant words seems to be a separate preliminary process...
Николай Старорусский 02.07.2017 10:24 • Заявить о нарушении
If we assume that poem arises spontaneously as some end in itself,
the quest for consonant words seems to be a separate preliminary process...
Николай Старорусский 02.07.2017 10:24 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, but it was not the quest. These lines of Keats are always with me.
Владимир Микушевич 02.07.2017 21:17 Заявить о нарушении
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