Воскресенье, 03 февраля 2013
When dawn was gray you went to catch the tide
leaving me waking to an empty bed
for I was loved and loved but never wed
and left alone to hope and pray and fear:
God speed you back to me, my bonny dear.
The storm came screaming from the ocean’s heart
shredding the clouds, whipping the waves to foam;
a broken spar was all the sea sent home
when darkling night gave way to morning drear.
No last farewell for three, my bonny dear.
I went to church but not in bridal white
and sang the hymns, although you did not come,
and laid pale garlands on a vacant tomb
and said a prayer for no one else to hear:
God keep your soul somewhere, my bonny dear.
Where once I kissed your cheek the fishes feed
and mermaid-children steal your finger-bones
to play at dice, and on your bed off stones
the whale-songs echo through your hollow ear:
Sleep well forever there, my bonny dear.
(с) Prospero's Children
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Вторник, 25 сентября 2012
Понедельник, 09 июля 2012
Let's not fight
I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight
Don't Turn away
It's just there's nothing left here to say
Turn around
I know we're lost but soon we'll be found
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Понедельник, 02 июля 2012
I'll give you the same advice I give my children: Never take advice from anybody.
(с) Robert Altman
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