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Softest of Tongues (1941)

To many things I've said the word that cheats
the lips and leaves them parted (thus: prash-chai
which means 'good-bye') - to furnished flats, to streets,
to milk-white letters melting in the sky*;

to drab designs that habit seldom sees,
to novels interrupted by the din
of tunnels, annotated by quick trees,
abandoned with a squashed banana skin;

to a dim waiter in a dimmer town,
to cuts that healed and to a thumbless glove;
also to things of lyrical renown
perhaps more universal, such as love.

Thus life has been an endless line of land
receding endlessly... And so that's that,
you say under your breath, and wave your hand,
and then your handkerchief, and then your hat.

To all these things I've said the fatal word,
using a tongue I had so tuned and tamed
that - like some ancient sonneteer - I heard
its echoes by posterity acclaimed.

But now thou too must go; just here we part,
softest of tongues, my true one, all my own...
And I am left to grope for heart and art
and start anew with clumsy tools of stone.

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* В САЩ има обичай самолети да пишат в небето рекламни надписи от бели облачета, които се стапят за една-две минути. Това става лятно време в празник над оживени места за почивка - паркове, плажове - и отпърво страхотно шашка чужденеца.

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Редактирано от - Чичо Фичо на 17/12/2006 г/ 20:03:36

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