*смотрит на папку "курсовая"*
Народ... посоветуйте что-нибудь из зарубежной - английской и американской - поэзии... Фроста сейчас я посмотрю; О'Хара, к сожалению, сразу отпадает...
УПД.
Фрост.
450 страниц.
*заматывается в простынку и медленно отползает на кладбище*
УПД УПД
Прочитала самые знаменитые - нравится...
Очень красивы на слух - сижу и себе зачитываю)
Очень хочется кого-нибудь поймать и вслух почитать ><
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Народ... посоветуйте что-нибудь из зарубежной - английской и американской - поэзии... Фроста сейчас я посмотрю; О'Хара, к сожалению, сразу отпадает...
УПД.
Фрост.
450 страниц.
*заматывается в простынку и медленно отползает на кладбище*
УПД УПД
Прочитала самые знаменитые - нравится...
Очень красивы на слух - сижу и себе зачитываю)
Очень хочется кого-нибудь поймать и вслух почитать ><
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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