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

More from Part II of Little Gidding

Тряхнём стариной, угу.

And he: I am not eager to rehearse
    My thoughts and theory which you have forgotten.
    These things have served their purpose: let them be.
So with your own, and pray they be forgiven
    By others, as I pray you to forgive
    Both bad and good. Last season's fruit is eaten
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
    For last year's words belong to last year's language
    And next year's words await another voice.
But, as the passage now presents no hindrance
    To the spirit unappeased and peregrine
    Between two worlds become much like each other,
So I find words I never thought to speak
    In streets I never thought I should revisit
    When I left my body on a distant shore.

А дальше non-stop кликаем и дочитываем здесь. Чем я занимался 13 сентября 2012 года совершенно не помню.

(“And he…” это конечно ещё и “And he in heavy speech…”. Distant shore, как же, понимаем.)

P.S. Ну да, нельзя не закончить. Как выражается Tony наш Colman, this track is so ma-ah-ssively beautiful I will leave it right until the end.

The day was breaking. In the disfigured street
    He left me, with a kind of valediction,
    And faded on the blowing of the horn.
Tags: eliot, poetry

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