И просвещение продолжается.
Вместо того, чтобы нагонять универские долги читаю Оскара Уайлда — «Ballad of Reading Gaol» — балладу Редингской тюрьмы, в оригинале.
Читаю и вою.
Да простит меня м-р Уайлд за коверканье ритма и слова.Крик всем, прошедшим вторую Драгонагу
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This too I know — and wise it were
If each could know the same —
That every prison that men build
Is built with bricks of shame,
And bound with bars lest Maker sees
How men their brothers maim.
With bars they blur the gracious moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Void,
For in it things are done
That His first children nor His new
Ever should look upon!
The vilest deeds like poison weeds
Bloom well in gallow-air:
It's only what is good in Man
That wastes and withers there:
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate,
The Warder is Despair.
They starve the little frightened child
Till it weeps night and day:
They scourge the weak, and flog the fool,
And gibe the old and grey,
And some grow mad, and all grow bad,
And none a word may say.____________________________________________
P.S.: внезапно узнала, что сыновья Уайлда стали Холландами... к чему бы это