No need for talk:
my lips are for you to
drink from,
the thick of my hair
hangs heavy for you to
stroke. Please.
And my hands.
For you to kiss.
Or let me
go down into
black sleep.
Со мной не надо говорить,
Вот губы: дайте пить.
Вот волосы мои: погладь.
Вот руки: можно целовать.
— А лучше дайте спать.
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«And you, my friends who have been called away, / I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, / Not as a frozen willow over your memory, / But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. / What names are those! / I slam shut the ...»
«I walked without dragging my feet / but felt heavy at heart and frightened; / and I pulled onto my left hand / the glove that belonged to the right. There seemed to be countless steps, / though I knew there were only three, / and an autumn voice from maples / whispered, "Die with me! I...»
«1. The pillow is already hot / From both of the sides. / The last of the candles has burnt / Out and the ravens’ cries / Are growing more and more plain. / I have not slept all last night / Thinking of sleep is late... / How is unbearably white, / On the white window the drape. /...»