THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
(W.B. Yeats)
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klau, draugs, Tu negribi latviski iztulkot Leonarda Koena "Beautiful Losers"? es pati gribētu, bet es tam esmu par stulbu, kamēr Tev varētu arī sanākt.
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neesmu to lasījis - ir kādas izdevniecības interese, vai vispārēja vajadzības sajūta? (anyway domāju, ka, piem., mansardu varētu interesēt, bet ar viņiem man tagad kā reiz jauna ģēla...)
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vajadzības sajūta :) es Tev varu pēdēefu aizsūtīt, ja kādreiz interese uznāk. Nav jau matter of LanD, bet nu.
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no pdf'a neatteikšos (terminators32@inbox.lv ir spamkaste, no kuras izzvejošu), bet perspektīvāks variants šķiet, ja pati pamēģināsi kādam fragmentam pieķerties - tad jau var (ar) visu ko runāt :)
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deal, pdf'u nosūtīšu šodien, fragmentam pieķeršos postsesijā :)
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