Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist (piggymouse) wrote,
Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist
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Вечерняя порция terza rima офигенного качества

Как я уже говорил, выкладываемые тут стихи и песни отнюдь не отражают текущее настроение редакции (ну то есть у меня сейчас вообще не такое настроение, которое обычно вчитывают в "Acquainted with the Night"), но вот это вот, товарищи, ну оно ведь мегаохiенно! Когда мне было лет 28 и я читал Фроста маленьким, я ещё ничего не понимал. Фрост сцуко крутой! Опять-таки, и форма, и содержание.

Я вот думаю, ещё годик-другой штанги и я смогу терцу риму. А лет пять, и опричная провансальская сестина покорится.

Acquainted with the Night
by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. 
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