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

Behold An Early Modern Englishman, Driven Completely Bonkers, In A Mightily Befuddling Conversation

Старина Донн сцуко обкурился и с частями тела разговаривает.


The Blossom
by Dr. John Donne

        Little think’st thou, poor flower,
        Whom I have watchèd six or seven days,
And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour
Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise,
And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,
        —Little think’st thou
That it will freeze anon, and that I shall
To-morrow find thee fall’n, or not at all.
        Little think’st thou, poor heart,
        That labourest yet to nestle thee,
And think’st by hovering here to get a part
In a forbidden or forbidding tree,
And hop’st her stiffness by long siege to bow,
        —Little think’st thou	
That thou, to-morrow, ere the sun doth wake,	
Must with the sun and me a journey take.

        But thou, which lov’st to be
        Subtle to plague thyself, wilt say—
“Alas! if you must go, what’s that to me?
Here lies my business, and here will I stay:
You go to friends, whose love and means present
        Various content
To your eyes, ears, and taste, and every part:
If then your body go, what need your heart?”
        Well, then, stay here: but know
        When thou hast said and done thy most,
A naked thinking heart, that makes no show,
Is to a woman but a kind of ghost;
How shall she know my heart? Or, having none,
        Know thee for one?
Practice may make her know some other part,
But take my word, she doth not know a heart.

        Meet me in London, then,
        Twenty days hence, and thou shalt see
Me fresher and more fat, by being with men,
Than if I had stay’d still with her and thee.
For God’s sake, if you can, be you so too:
        I will give you
There to another friend, whom you shall find
As glad to have my body as my mind.

Если кому в наше время метафизики и могут нравиться, так это отдельным программистам. Семиуровневая архитектура, вот это всё.

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