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И там, и здесь, и бабочек и птиц,
Цветов, камней, или открыть глаза,
Дары небес синеющих страниц?
Мы навсегда останемся в земле-
Учёный скажет, что в земной возне;
И синий выше нас, так высоко,
Лишь обостряет страсть к голубизне.
Перевод отчетливо передает этот же ритм и мотив . Классно !
When The Ledger became a daily,
With Mr. Wood arrived at sixty,
He
celebrated his name at the head
Of the editorial column
As editor and owner
By
marrying me, who was just nineteen.
And it all seemed happy enough at first,
And
full of peace and prestige,
Until I knew of the game of life.
For when I began to rub
the lameness
Out of his back, and mix his toddies,
And lie by his side when he was
tired,
He whispered the secrets of his strength,
And the secrets of his weakness.
There were two giants, so he said,
The paper mill and the advertisers;
Perhaps there
were four, and one was the bank,
And one the telegraph service.
And they almost
owned him, and quite controlled him.
And there we sat in an equal fate
—
For didn't
he own me?
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If the Declaration of Independence
Is the soul of the
Constitution,
Why can you never get a court
To test ordinances and laws
By the
inalienable right of the pursuit of happiness?
Here was I, a young lawyer with my
first case,
Attacking an ordinance of Spoon River
Which forbade the ballet,
And
arguing that it was void because it interfered
With the pursuit of happiness.
Well, the
judges smiled at me,
And the crowd hooted me,
And I didn't have a friend but my
client,
And some of the ballet girls.
And I faded out for shame.
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The urge of the seed: the germ.
The urge of the germ: the stalk.
The urge of the stalk: leaves.
The urge of leaves: the blossom.
The urge of the
blossom: to scatter pollen.
The urge of the pollen: the imagined dream of life.
The urge of life: longing for to-morrow.
The urge of to-morrow: Pain.
The urge of Pain: God.
THE END
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