- 1/17/18 06:54 pm
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Dzejoļu laiks! Uzdūros šim ļoti mīlīgajam Džeimsa Merila dzejolītim ar nosaukumu "The Black Swan" (1946). Labi spēju saskatīt un sajust (jo kas gan ir labāks par "vienkārši un romantiski", heh).
Black on flat water past the jonquil lawns
Riding, the black swan draws
A private chaos warbling in its wake,
Assuming, like a fourth dimension, splendor
That calls the child with white ideas of swans
Nearer to that green lake
Where every paradox means wonder.