а вот кому поэта?
Внезапно флэшмоб (спасибо mashaaaa). Правила: вам называют поэта, а вы вешаете у себя то его/ее стихотворение, которое вам больше всего нравится.
Мне достался Шекспир, на которого у меня легкая аллергия со школьных времен, посему будет не сонет и вообще мрачно :)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)
Кому-то выдать поэта?
Мне достался Шекспир, на которого у меня легкая аллергия со школьных времен, посему будет не сонет и вообще мрачно :)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)
Кому-то выдать поэта?