The day that you stop running is the day that you arrive.
Очень люблю американскую поэтессу Sara Teasdale.
* * *
I have come the selfsame path
To the selfsame door,
Years have left the roses there
Burning as before.
While I watch them in the wind
Quick the hot tears start —
Strange so frail a flame outlasts
Fire in the heart.
И все-таки стихи всегда лучше всего читать вслух...
* * *
I have come the selfsame path
To the selfsame door,
Years have left the roses there
Burning as before.
While I watch them in the wind
Quick the hot tears start —
Strange so frail a flame outlasts
Fire in the heart.
И все-таки стихи всегда лучше всего читать вслух...