"Chuzhie stihi" is "Somebody Else's Poetry" in Russian. The choice is hectic; the poems are posted absolutely voluntarily, according to my taste and daily impressions. Many of them I know by heart, regularly murmuring them in the course of my daydreaming, but often I fish out of the Net peculiar verses that tune into my current mood.
суббота, августа 27, 2005
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Futile the winds To a heart in port - Done with the compass, Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor Tonight is thee!