11:56 19-11-2019
Прекрасные люди написали и нарисовали прекрасные иллюстрации к жизни Лукаса и Люка.
Статика, Игра в слова, Green Pastures, Strawberry Fields, Cold, Соседи
You part with the shadows. You kneel
By an old stained glass window.
Light draped in darkness.
You wear it well.
(The Roman collar suits you,
But love bites would, too.)
Your wrists are so thin and pale,
I’d never dare to chain you.
(Unless you ask, of course.)
You talk of temptation
(It is very kind of you
To provide references.)
With those eyes of yours (like pastures green)
I wish you would see me.
With that mouth of yours
I wish you would summon me.
(The name on your lips is never mine
And reeks of myrrh.)
Sometimes at dawn
I see you in the garden,
Talking to birds and small beasts
And snakes, too.
(Your voice is rather stern,
But still full of kindness.)
I watch and I ache and I wonder:
What would I tell you?
“Rejoice! I don't want you mine,
I just wish you free, reverend.”
(So I coil in the garden, waiting
Till you run out of apples.)
Балтимор тонет в дождях и закатах.
Господи, может шепнешь мне по блату,
Скоро ли там весна?
Горький янтарь, сигареты и кофе.
Яблоки, шарф, фотографии в профиль.
Утро в обрывках сна.
Сотни вопросов — и десять ответов.
Юноша с именем-капелькой света —
Сера, сурьма и ртуть.
Окна пусты, заколочены двери.
Новая партия в “верю-не верю”.
(Может быть, мне рискнуть?)
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Статика, Игра в слова, Green Pastures, Strawberry Fields, Cold, Соседи
You part with the shadows. You kneel
By an old stained glass window.
Light draped in darkness.
You wear it well.
(The Roman collar suits you,
But love bites would, too.)
Your wrists are so thin and pale,
I’d never dare to chain you.
(Unless you ask, of course.)
You talk of temptation
(It is very kind of you
To provide references.)
With those eyes of yours (like pastures green)
I wish you would see me.
With that mouth of yours
I wish you would summon me.
(The name on your lips is never mine
And reeks of myrrh.)
Sometimes at dawn
I see you in the garden,
Talking to birds and small beasts
And snakes, too.
(Your voice is rather stern,
But still full of kindness.)
I watch and I ache and I wonder:
What would I tell you?
“Rejoice! I don't want you mine,
I just wish you free, reverend.”
(So I coil in the garden, waiting
Till you run out of apples.)
Балтимор тонет в дождях и закатах.
Господи, может шепнешь мне по блату,
Скоро ли там весна?
Горький янтарь, сигареты и кофе.
Яблоки, шарф, фотографии в профиль.
Утро в обрывках сна.
Сотни вопросов — и десять ответов.
Юноша с именем-капелькой света —
Сера, сурьма и ртуть.
Окна пусты, заколочены двери.
Новая партия в “верю-не верю”.
(Может быть, мне рискнуть?)
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