воскресенье, 02 декабря 2012
Joseph Brodsky
A Song
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car,
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
To where we've been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
If it's followed by dying?
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Бродский
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02.12.2012 в 21:41хиар диар
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02.12.2012 в 21:42-
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02.12.2012 в 22:08I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear
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02.12.2012 в 22:15я вот не знаю. когда ты что-то присылаешь - мне нравится. а сборник беру - и не нравится :\
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02.12.2012 в 22:20-
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02.12.2012 в 22:27