утренние стихи
Nov. 12th, 2007 10:54 amThe Balloon of the Mind
Hands, do what you’re bid;
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.
— W.B.Yeats
Hands, do what you’re bid;
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.
— W.B.Yeats