сонет на английском
May. 14th, 2013 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aconite26по поводу многонедельного зависания в Song of Ice and Fire
On not producing
My soul is lying fallow as a field
Beneath the low grey sky that carries rain.
A resolutely horizontal plane
That will not stir, whether it's warmed or chilled.
Winter is coming; only snow can shield
The bare black tree and vine and furrow plain,
Stark naked of all foliage, fruit or grain.
They may not wake to give another yield,
For all they know. The field's dreaming its dream.
But who is waiting to enjoy its crop?
Who's making prospects, counting, keeping score,
Who's driving horse and plough, not letting stop?
Are they one with the field, as it would seem?
And if they're not, who will it labor for?
On not producing
My soul is lying fallow as a field
Beneath the low grey sky that carries rain.
A resolutely horizontal plane
That will not stir, whether it's warmed or chilled.
Winter is coming; only snow can shield
The bare black tree and vine and furrow plain,
Stark naked of all foliage, fruit or grain.
They may not wake to give another yield,
For all they know. The field's dreaming its dream.
But who is waiting to enjoy its crop?
Who's making prospects, counting, keeping score,
Who's driving horse and plough, not letting stop?
Are they one with the field, as it would seem?
And if they're not, who will it labor for?
