Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist (piggymouse) wrote,
Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist
piggymouse

East Coker

Весной собирался, да так и не собрался внимательно прочесть четыре квартета. В Киеве внезапно нашлось время. Нахожусь в ахiе, близком к ахiю от хорошей музыки — в том плане, что перечитываю в цикле (пока только первые два, мне ещё два осталось, я счастлив).

Старый Елиот это вам не молодой Елиот. Выписывать можно случайным образом, это сплошняком какие-то нечеловечески человеческие тексты. Вот кусок, на котором я застреваю — любители мелкой моторики™, обратите внимание, как он в первой половине виляет орфографией.

In that open field
If you do not come too close, if you do not come too close,
On a summer midnight, you can hear the music
Of the weak pipe and the little drum
And see them dancing around the bonfire
The association of man and woman
In daunsinge, signifying matrimonie —
A dignified and commodious sacrament.
Two and two, necessarye coniunction,
Holding eche other by the hand or the arm
Whiche betokeneth concorde. Round and round the fire
Leaping through the flames, or joined in circles,
Rustically solemn or in rustic laughter
Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes,
Earth feet, loam feet, lifted in country mirth
Mirth of those long since under earth
Nourishing the corn. Keeping time,
Keeping the rhythm in their dancing
As in their living in the living seasons
The time of the seasons and the constellations
The time of milking and the time of harvest
The time of the coupling of man and woman
And that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.
Eating and drinking. Dung and death.

Понял кстати, что рифмованные метрические стихи всерьёз уже не воспринимаю.

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