cabbages and crime
Откопал личный дневник. Большая часть - ржунимагу, но попадаются какие-то хорошие вещи. Переписать. Остальное - фтопку.
Thomas Wyatt
I find no peace, and all my war is done,
I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice,
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise,
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That looseth nor locketh, holdeth me in prison,
And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise,
Nor letteth me live, nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain,
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health,
I love another, and thus I hate myself,
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain,
Likewise displeaseth me both death and life:
And my delight is causer of this strife.
I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice,
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise,
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That looseth nor locketh, holdeth me in prison,
And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise,
Nor letteth me live, nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain,
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health,
I love another, and thus I hate myself,
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain,
Likewise displeaseth me both death and life:
And my delight is causer of this strife.
Thomas Wyatt