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IN MEMORY OF W. B. YEATS
(d. January 1939)
He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the air-ports almost deserted?
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
O all the instruments agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day...
***
Unforgetting is not today’s forgetting
For yesterday, not bedrid scorning,
But a new begetting,
An unforgiving morning..
(c) W. H. Auden
чертовски символично.
кстати Уистан Оден тоже был геем
(d. January 1939)
He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the air-ports almost deserted?
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
O all the instruments agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day...
***
Unforgetting is not today’s forgetting
For yesterday, not bedrid scorning,
But a new begetting,
An unforgiving morning..
(c) W. H. Auden
чертовски символично.
кстати Уистан Оден тоже был геем