Артур Дэвисон Фикке (Arthur Davison Ficke) Текст оригинала на английском языке Opus 67 I would not in the early morning Start my mind on its inevitable journey Toward the East. There are white domes somewhere Under that blue enameled sky, white domes, white domes, Therefore even the cream Is safest yellow. Cream is better than lemon In tea at breakfast. I think of tigers as eating lemons. Thank God this tea comes from the green grocer, Not from Ceylon. |
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