the archivist May 1, 2006

ГАМЛЕТ Гул затих. Я вышел на подмостки. Прислонясь к дверному косяку, Я ловлю в далеком отголоске, Что случится на моем веку. На меня наставлен сумрак ночи Тысячью биноклей на оси. Если только можно, Aвва Oтче, Чашу эту мимо пронеси. Я люблю твой замысел упрямый И играть согласен эту роль. Но сейчас идет другая драма, И […]

the archivist April 28, 2006

e.e. cummings – you shall above all things be glad and young you shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become. Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need: i can entirely her only love […]

the archivist April 28, 2006

In A Dark Time Theodore Roethke In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood– A lord of nature weeping to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the […]

the archivist April 27, 2006

  THE READER   All night I sat reading a book, Sat reading as if in a book Of sombre pages.   It was autumn and falling stars Covered the shrivelled forms Crouched in moonlight.   No lamp was burning as I read, A voice was mumbling, “Everything Falls back to coldness,   Even the […]

the archivist April 26, 2006

  DREAMS   Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore […]

the archivist April 26, 2006

НАКАНУНЕ ГОДОВЩИНЫ 4 АВГУСТА 1864 г. Вот бреду я вдоль большой дороги В тихом свете гаснущего дня, Тяжело мне, замирают ноги… Друг мой милый, видишь ли меня? Все темней, темнее над землею – Улетел последний отблеск дня… Вот тот мир, где жили мы с тобою, Ангел мой, ты видишь ли меня? Завтра день молитвы и […]

the archivist April 24, 2006

THE BROOK Alfred, Lord Tennyson I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip’s […]

the archivist April 23, 2006

Jack Gilbert – The Great Fires Love is apart from all things. Desire and excitement are nothing beside it. It is not the body that finds love. What leads us there is the body. What is not love provokes it. What is not love quenches it. Love lays hold of everything we know. The passions […]

the archivist April 22, 2006

W.H. Auden–If I Could Tell You Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing […]

the archivist April 22, 2006

Jenny kissed me when we met Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I’m weary, say I’m sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I’m growing old, but add – Jenny kissed me!