английская поэзия, каммингс и хант
e e cummings annie died the other day annie died the other day never was there such a lay-- whom,among her dollies,dad first("don't tell your mother")had; making annie slightly mad but very wonderful in bed --saints and satyrs,go your way youths and maidens:let us pray | Leigh Hunt. Jenny kissed me Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add Jenny kissed me. |
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À ñòèõ ïðî Äæåííè ÿ ïðî÷ëà â àâòîáóñå... ó íàñ â ñëàâíîì ãîðîäå Ãàëèôàêñå íîâûé ïðîåêò - poetry on the way. Ìåòðî ó íàñ íåò, ïîýòîìó âûâåøèâàþò ðàçíûå ïîýìû â àâòîáóñàõ, çàìåñòî ðåêëàìû. Êàê-òî ïðèÿòíî âõîäèòü â àâòîáóñ, è ðàçûñêèâàòü åùå íåïðî÷èòàííûé ñòèõ - è ñåñòü íà ìåñòî, ñ êîòîðîãî áûëî áû óäîáíåå åãî ïðî÷èòàòü. Èíòåðåñíî, â äðóãèõ ãîðîäàõ òàêîå äåëàþò?
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