Symphony in Yellow
by Oscar Wilde
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
Уальд - мой кумир. У него тонкий английский юмор, который я просто обожаю.
Вот несколько его высказываний -
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.
A man can't be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.
A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.
All art is quite useless.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.
Ambition is the last refuge of the failure.
An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.
Обязательно продолжу писать про Уальда.
И мой!! Но мне больше нравятся его сказки)
ОтветитьУдалитьСказки - прелесть! Согласна. Но моё восхищение им началось с Портрета Дориана Грея. А еще очень забавно написана пьеса Как важно быть серьёзным. Ну и Кентервильское привидение - шедевр. Хочу почитать письма Уальда. Еще не читала.
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