понедельник, 26 декабря 2011
Мы с Лесей как-то практиковались в английском, нужно было написать эссе о море. Возможны ошибки)
I wish to drop myself into the
throat of ocean,
to get down lower and lower
into the deep blue mouth of salty waters
like to the eternal stomach
of the Bible whale.
It's an unbearable desire to be hug
by underwater streams,
to be devoured by this soft darkness,
to fall down years and years,
to be a corpe, a sceleton, a part of all
this soundless world,
burried by tons of water,
covered by hard pressure,
by all this coloured layers
from shining green pierced by sunny rays
till liquid and oil black stiched by octopus ink
to become a splinter
penetrating till the very bones of the Earth
through its blood and ulcerative skin.
Being an architectural nest for crustaceans,
touching sleepy seaweed
soaring like mermad's hair,
farewelling with fields of tender corals -
heavenly beds of roses,
kissing with those creatures,
considering to be fish,
consisting of throughout jaws and teeth,
and blind eyes, and sparkling star on their faces
to call for me
to eat me
again and again.
Opening my eyes
I'm choking with this alien freedom of air.
This dreams about Mariana Trench are restfull,
this dreams about home...
@темы:
стихи,
учёба,
мая творчасць