In every wood in every spring there is a different green. (C)
Rondeau Redouble
(Wendy Cope, b. 1945)
There are so many kinds of awful men -
One can't avoid them all. She often said
She'd never make the same mistake again;
She always made a new mistake instead.
The chinless type who made her feel ill-bred;
The practised charmer, less than charming when
He talked about the wife and kids and fled -
There are so many kinds of awful men.
The half-crazed hippy, deeply into Zen,
Whose cryptic homilies she came to dread;
The fervent youth who worshipped Tony Benn -
'One can't avoid them all,'she often said.
The ageing banker, rich and overfed,
Who held forth on the dollar and then yen -
Though there were many more mistakes ahead,
She'd never make the same mistake again.
The budding poet, scribbling in his den
Odes not to her but to his pussy, Fred;
The drunk who fell asleep at nine or ten -
She always made a new mistake instead.
And so the gambler was at least unwed
And didn't preach or sneer or wield a pen
Or hoard his wealth or take the Scotch to bed.
She'd lived and learned and lived and learned but then
There are so many kinds.
(Wendy Cope, b. 1945)
There are so many kinds of awful men -
One can't avoid them all. She often said
She'd never make the same mistake again;
She always made a new mistake instead.
The chinless type who made her feel ill-bred;
The practised charmer, less than charming when
He talked about the wife and kids and fled -
There are so many kinds of awful men.
The half-crazed hippy, deeply into Zen,
Whose cryptic homilies she came to dread;
The fervent youth who worshipped Tony Benn -
'One can't avoid them all,'she often said.
The ageing banker, rich and overfed,
Who held forth on the dollar and then yen -
Though there were many more mistakes ahead,
She'd never make the same mistake again.
The budding poet, scribbling in his den
Odes not to her but to his pussy, Fred;
The drunk who fell asleep at nine or ten -
She always made a new mistake instead.
And so the gambler was at least unwed
And didn't preach or sneer or wield a pen
Or hoard his wealth or take the Scotch to bed.
She'd lived and learned and lived and learned but then
There are so many kinds.
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02.04.2007 в 20:50Ты все-таки давай серьезно насчет лета думай. Пожаааалуйста!
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02.04.2007 в 20:51Лопоушенька, - СПАСИБО тебе огромное! Полчаса истинного счастья мне обеспечены.
Emily Dickinson
Higgledy-piggledy
Emily Dickinson
Liked to use dashes
Instead of full stops.
Nowadays, faced with such
Idiosyncrasy,
Critics and editors
Send for the cops.
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02.04.2007 в 21:59Я тоже уже по всем соскучилась, ага. Ela, приезжай! И семейство с собой тащи!
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03.04.2007 в 10:00Пусть проблемы окажутся преходящими, очень этого хочу и надеюсь за тебя.
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03.04.2007 в 11:45