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С праздником! Желаю всем сошествия Духа!
Чарльз Уильямс, между прочим, считал Пятидесятницу именинами поэтов.
Language he gave and as men from their homes,
In fen or jungle climbed bade it increase
In power till Tully's word protected Rome
And all of Athens mourned with Pericles.
Then moved the songs of poets; then began
The Iscian shout of prophecy; then, last,
The whole world's voices, gathered in a Man,
Sounded and spoke till in a cloud He passed.
But, lest His subtler language should be lost,
Thereafter to His orators there came,
Borne on a blast of breath, the Holy Ghost,
And riding within syllables of flame .
The topmost souls of the world there caught and spoke.
That old yet new, that now-perfected speech,
Then, apt to learn as he was apt to teach,
And heaven in earth heard in its sleep and woke.
Forgotten heavens, neglected sanctities,
Shut in the deepest, prisons of the soul,
Rose, freed from chains and cleansed from leprosies,
Redeemed, delivered, manifest, and whole.
Now between heaven and earth lies no long way,
Since what is here is there, and there shall be,
And all our English speech of every day
Is mystical and immortality.
PS-UPD: Спектакль ничего вроде, хотя и не без приключений. Спасибо за кулачки! Будут фотографии, расскажу.
Чарльз Уильямс, между прочим, считал Пятидесятницу именинами поэтов.
Language he gave and as men from their homes,
In fen or jungle climbed bade it increase
In power till Tully's word protected Rome
And all of Athens mourned with Pericles.
Then moved the songs of poets; then began
The Iscian shout of prophecy; then, last,
The whole world's voices, gathered in a Man,
Sounded and spoke till in a cloud He passed.
But, lest His subtler language should be lost,
Thereafter to His orators there came,
Borne on a blast of breath, the Holy Ghost,
And riding within syllables of flame .
The topmost souls of the world there caught and spoke.
That old yet new, that now-perfected speech,
Then, apt to learn as he was apt to teach,
And heaven in earth heard in its sleep and woke.
Forgotten heavens, neglected sanctities,
Shut in the deepest, prisons of the soul,
Rose, freed from chains and cleansed from leprosies,
Redeemed, delivered, manifest, and whole.
Now between heaven and earth lies no long way,
Since what is here is there, and there shall be,
And all our English speech of every day
Is mystical and immortality.
PS-UPD: Спектакль ничего вроде, хотя и не без приключений. Спасибо за кулачки! Будут фотографии, расскажу.