Александр Блок Страшный мир (1906-1917)
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.............Там человек сгорел.
.............Фет
Как тяжело ходить среди людей
И притворяться непогибшим,
И об игре трагической страстей
Повествовать еще не жившим.
И, вглядываясь в свой ночной кошмар,
Строй находить в нестройном вихре чувства,
Чтобы по бледным заревам искусства
Узнали жизни гибельный пожар!
10 мая 1910
.............Там человек сгорел.
.............Фет
Как тяжело ходить среди людей
И притворяться непогибшим,
И об игре трагической страстей
Повествовать еще не жившим.
И, вглядываясь в свой ночной кошмар,
Строй находить в нестройном вихре чувства,
Чтобы по бледным заревам искусства
Узнали жизни гибельный пожар!
10 мая 1910
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no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 03:08 pm (UTC)Ethan John
She has steel eyes
that surely must be
the source of her
strength standing there
Her arms are skinnier
than her bones that
point like arrows
to the ground beneath
her and the sky above
But that face looks
straight ahead, fixated
on the next sell,
peddling literary variety
as she stays exactly
the same
day after day-
year after year
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 03:10 pm (UTC)Ethan John
his figure
the same shape
as the motorcycle
he rides on while
his shins scrape
the air between
his boots
and the shaved
gravel pavement
he intends to
dominate with
his roaring
personality
no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 03:11 pm (UTC)Ethan John
walking around
in parking lots
past vending machines
humming inside laundry closets
next to ice machines
keycard guarded stairways
and plaid carpeted hallways
rows of maid carts
wait outside
leftover rooms
from one night rests
the TVs are on
while the sheets
get tossed
paper gets changed
walls get scrubbed
and nobody remembers
who was there from one
day to the next