Je Fable by Fowles
Я справилась!!!
Je Fable by Fowles
How could I forget, after so long? Your moods, your whims, your sudden purposes and will, Those wretched chains your rolebound husband Wrapped about your freedom and your flair, The way you walked, decades behind reality, Yet made the dullest tat flash sudden all. Through glades and mountains, meadows, edges Picking, drifting, drowned in spring; And when we loved, how close you clung; Such fevers, driving love to cries . . . Those tears, those fights, those teasing funs. Then when you glimpsed a sudden first (Look oh look oh Christ oh look) Just as you must have been with them . . . If either you or they had ever been. Then when you were shrewd, sharp-wise, That look you had and little smile When one who begged your belief so clearly lied And made you coolly blind him back. The truth you had, unchanging truth, It terrified when you were real, razor-edged As any honed hair-slitting blade; Too cold, too male, too steely-blue If you'd not been, behind it all, Astarte, Nerthus, Freya, whore . . . At which you stare, you shrug, deny it all, And yet you bare your secret heart: To hell with tense, and damn the past, "Were" never was. You are the now, The now is you.