Mousie Squeaks told Mousie Snooks:
“You know, I’m very fond of books.
Of course, I cannot read a line.
But eating books is jolly fine!”
Говорила мышка мышке:
— До чего люблю я книжки!
Не могу я их прочесть,
Но зато могу их съесть.
«I like that you are not in love with me / And that I do not burn with lust for you; / We have no need to fear that suddenly / The earth may cave in underneath our shoes. / I like that I can in your presence be / Relaxed and silly, and not try to charm, / And not flush red with ardent mod...»
«I remember you but on occasion, / And your fate does not keep me in thrall, / Yet the time when I made your acquaintance / Leaves a durable trace on my soul. / / I walk quickly when passing your house, / That red house where the grim river runs, / But I know I unsettle somehow / You...»
«That day when over world newborn / God would reveal his face / Sun could be stopped by word alone / Word could destroy a place Hawks dared not to strike their wings / The stars drew closer to the Moon / When as aurora in the skies / A word would drift along A number was for lowly life ...»
«I trusted, I thought and the light for me shone at last. / For ever Creator let fate have my soul, forever. / I am sold and alone! My god went away so fast. / My buyer is looking at me – he is mocking and clever. My Yesterday rushes at me like a big flying hill / And like an abyss before ...»