the archivist January 11, 2007

Somebody’s Song Dorothy Parker This is what I vow; He shall have my heart to keep, Sweetly will we stir and sleep, All the years, as now. Swift the measured sands may run; Love like this is never done; He and I are welded one: This is what I vow. This is what I pray: […]

the archivist January 11, 2007

Pictures in the Smoke Dorothy Parker Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine; The second love was water, in a clear white cup; The third love was his, and the fourth was mine; And after that, I always get them all mixed up.   The Portable Dorothy Parker

the archivist May 3, 2006

But Not To Me Sara Teasdale The April night is still and sweet With flowers on every tree; Peace comes to them on quiet feet, But not to me. My peace is hidden in his breast Where I shall never be; Love comes to-night to all the rest, But not to me.

the archivist April 26, 2006

НАКАНУНЕ ГОДОВЩИНЫ 4 АВГУСТА 1864 г. Ф.И. Тютчев 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 […]