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Across the sea of change, the silent singers sing
In the rising heart of light, the gate to home is open;
The teardrop slips into the shining sea, a thousand flowers bloom;
and all our names are one name, on the unstrung harps of God.

somewhen or another, a mind will discover it is not the source of reality.

Благодаря ти за свежия полъх!

Рано е за цветница...

To Night

Swiftly walk over the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave
Where, all the long and lone daylight,
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,
Which make thee terrible and dear, -
Swift be thy flight!
Wrap thy form in a mantle grey,
Star-inwrought!
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day,
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
Touching all with thine opiate wand -
Come, long-sought!
When I arose and saw the dawn,
I sighed for thee;
When light rode high, and the dew was gone,
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,
And the weary Day turned to his rest,
Lingering like an unloved guest,
I sighed for thee.
Thy brother Death came, and cried
`Wouldst thou me?'
Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,
Murmured like a noontide bee
`Shall I nestle near thy side?
Wouldst thou me?' -And I replied
`No, not thee!'
Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon -
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, beloved Night -
Swift be thine approaching flight,
Come soon, soon!

На Нощта

Ела,обърни тез небесни простори,
дух на нощта!
Излез,напусни пещерата зловеща,
где скучния ден те беше затворил.
В нея ти сънища странни посреща:
със тях и желана,и страшна си ти.
Ела,долети!
Обвий си снагата във мантия сива,
обляна в звезди.
Деня ослепи със свойте коси;
Над земя и вода се за миг понеси
и на всички,навсякъде с жезъла свой
дарявай покой.

Щом заран разбуден аз зърна зората,
за тебе копнея!
Когато лъчите росата стопят
и пладне щом легне върху дървесата,
когато безсилен заспива денят,
като гостенин,който при чужди се грее-
за тебе копнея!

Сестра ти-Смъртта,се надвеси над мен:
"Зовеш ли ме вече?"
Сънят,твойто мило дете,долетя;
замоли ме плахо със взор замъглен:
"Пусни ме при теб да се приютя!
Не ме ли желаеш?"Отвърнах с тъга:
Не бива сега.

Ще дойде Смъртта,но след твоя чар
тъй малко остана!
Ще дойде Сънят,но ти ще си вече умряла!

Не искам от тях аз скъпия дар,
единствена ти би ми го дала,
о,Нощ!Приближи се с луди крила!
Ела!Ела!

П.Б.Шели

Into the night let flowers shine
Like marbles of our wisdom
In eyes of light, in golden strings
Explodes the fire from within

Красиво! Имаш ли представа кой е поета?

To the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. - William Blake

Е, чак да ме наричаш поет...Напиши и ти нещо:)

Сега ми я няма музата, но като дойде, което става много рядко, драскам по нещо.

Поздравявам те с една песен, която слушах снощи на живо в изпълнение на училищния хор:


Put A Little Love In Your Heart
(Annie Lennox duet with Al Green)


Think of your fellow man
Lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart

You see it's getting late
Oh please don't hesitate
Put a little love in your heart

And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me
You just wait and see

Another day goes by
And still the children cry
Put a little love in you heart
If you want the world to know
We won't let hatred grow
Put a little love in your heart

And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me
You just wait and see
Wait and see

Take a good look around
And if you're lookin' down
Put a little love in your heart

I hope when you decide
Kindness will be your guide
Put a little love in your heart

And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me
You just wait and see

Put a little love in your heart
Put a little love in your heart
Put a little love in your heart
Put a little love in your heart
Put a little love in -
Put a little love in your heart...

To the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. - William Blake