May 19, 2015 18:25
Одна из важных тем в работе над собой за последний год - снизить личную значимость для меня St Mary Woolnoth и повысить значимость St Magnus the Martyr.
“This music crept by me upon the waters”
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City City, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
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