Рецензия на «1227. Из Эмили Дикинсон Я ликовал, пока барабан...» (Владимир Веров)
1227 « My Triumph lasted till the Drums… » by Emily Dickinson My Triumph lasted till the Drums Had left the Dead alone And then I dropped my Victory And chastened stole along To where the finished Faces Conclusion turned on me And then I hated Glory And wished myself were They What is to be is best descried When it has also been — Could Prospect taste of Retrospect The tyrannies of Men Were Tenderer — diviner The Transitive toward. A Bayonet's contrition Is nothing to the Dead Владимир Веров 18.02.2013 14:30 • Заявить о нарушении
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