Orams Case 19 Jan 2010

r_m_rilke @ 2007-05-18T10:30:00

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(Translation Evh.Borysova)

It is time that the gods came out of the habitable
things ...
The walls in my house, like in the book
perelistnuli. New page.
Only the wind, which awakened her in the mood
fluffing like soil, air: a field
breathing new. Gods, gods!
you coming, you're sleeping in things,
rising from its dawn to the rivers,
chtosnyatsya us wash your face and neck,
easily pour their force
in life that we complete it seems to end.
Let again be your morning, the gods.
We repeat. But you started.
World с вами восстает, и вновь сияет
в разломах наших неудач начало ...

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Now it is time that gods were allowed to
out of lived ... And that she
umschlügen every wall in my house
. New page. Only the wind, such
the leaf in turn gave it to drafts, to switch blades
the air like a clod;
a new field of breath. Oh gods, gods!
your Oftgekommen, Sleepers in the things that get up
the rain, which at the well, which we suspect
, neck and face wash
and the interference of her restedness
to what seems full, our full life.
Once either your morning, gods. We repeat
. You alone source.
The world is with you, and early
shines on each crack and crevice of our failure ...

Symbicort And Combivent Use

r_m_rilke @ 2006-08-18T12:05:00

Вечер в Сконе

(Перевод В. Полетаева)

высоко Парк. And as if the house
I go out, learn the way to a spacious
evening, stretched out the wind.
Along the clouds going and the reservoir,
and windmills, floating on the edge of heaven
among I have today
no more than a thing in his hand Lord,
perhaps the smallest.
Look -
all this really heaven alone?
in flood fleeting white mob and
Blessed pops blue,
and over, barely perceptible,
almost indiscernible
glow of sunset fire.

Wonderful system,
that holds and moves them,
who does not understand the routines in
strange shapes, wing folds,
and, finally, the gates in a given,
what birds know one could.

Abend in Skåne

Der Park ist hoch. Und as from a house
I step out of his twilight
in level and evening. In the wind,
same wind, feel the clouds, the bright
rivers and the mills wing, the slow
mahlend standing at the edge of heaven.
Now I am a thing in his hand,
the least of these heavens. - Review:

Is A Heaven:
Selig bright blue,
in the ever cleaner clouds, crowd
And underneath all the white in transitions,
and upward of that thin, large gray,
warmwallend like on a red background,
and falling all over this quiet solar radiation
.
in sich bewegt und von sich selbst gehalten,
Gestalten bildend, Riesenflügel, Falten
und Hochgebirge vor den ersten Sternen
und plötzlich, da: ein Tor in solche Fernen,
wie sie vielleicht mir Vögel kennen ...

Background Henti Game

r_m_rilke @ 2005-06-09T03:14:00

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(Translated by Flying)

Night Constellation: I see them over himself;
over being my circle amid emptiness,
or over life, over the total of our fate, -
from light to light stretching bridges.
Whose there steps? Who Waters is as on the land,
his way spryamlyaya like bypassing the creek?
who, like a pawn, hastily took my soul
and trumpeting the victory of his own?