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- Аноним22 января 2012 г.Читать далее
Он написал свой первый стих в 11 лет, а в 39 его не стало.
Он оставил любимую жену и 3 детей, несколько замечательных пьес, сборник рассказов о детстве и совершенно гениальные стихи.Дилан Томас - поэт от бога, гениальный поэт.
Его стихи - это рассказ о жизни и смерти, о детстве и юности, о природе и любви.
Это о том, как показать чувства, мысли, поступки, судьбу в гениальном сочетании слова, слога, ритма и музыки потрясающе красивого стиха.Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.16107
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Аноним25 июня 2019 г.Читать далееLove In The Asylum
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birdsBolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering cloudsYet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skiesShe sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.191- Аноним25 июня 2019 г.Читать далее
We Lying By Seasand
We lying by seasand, watching yellow
And the grave sea, mock who deride
Who follow the red rivers, hollow
Alcove of words out of cicada shade,
For in this yellow grave of sand and sea
A calling for colour calls with the wind
That's grave and gay as grave and sea
Sleeping on either hand.
The lunar silences, the silent tide
Lapping the still canals, the dry tide-master
Ribbed between desert and water storm,
Should cure our ills of the water
With a one-coloured calm;
The heavenly music over the sand
Sounds with the grains as they hurry
Hiding the golden mountains and mansions
Of the grave, gay, seaside land.
Bound by a sovereign strip, we lie,
Watch yellow, wish for wind to blow away
The strata of the shore and drown red rock;
But wishes breed not, neither
Can we fend off rock arrival,
Lie watching yellow until the golden weather
Breaks, O my heart's blood, like a heart and hill.178 - Аноним25 июня 2019 г.
Was There A Time
Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has sent its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.175
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