о, муза!
чем-то зацепило..
(это вступление к книге)
State your intentions, Muse. I know you're there.
Dead bards who pined for you have said
You're bright as flame, but fickle as the air.
My pen and I, submerged in liquid shade,
Much dark can spread, on days and over reams
But without you, no radiance can shed.
Why rustle in the dark, when fledged with fire?
Craze ( Read more... )
(это вступление к книге)
State your intentions, Muse. I know you're there.
Dead bards who pined for you have said
You're bright as flame, but fickle as the air.
My pen and I, submerged in liquid shade,
Much dark can spread, on days and over reams
But without you, no radiance can shed.
Why rustle in the dark, when fledged with fire?
Craze ( Read more... )
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вновь и вновь отдаваться
бумаге
этому ненасытному властелину
нетерпящему отказа от своих
гейш
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