I won’t blame anybody ever… (англійською)
I won’t blame anybody ever Except perhaps myself sometimes That at twenty my heart is tired That at thirty I…
I won’t blame anybody ever Except perhaps myself sometimes That at twenty my heart is tired That at thirty I…
Перекладач: Кирило Сніжко
Оригінал: Ти знаєш, що ти — людина?..
Мова: english
The granite obelisks, grizzly medusas, Crawl on and fall. On the graveyard of executed illusions There is no room for…
Dictators, kings, emperors fainting in the vapour of vanity opened their muzzles, large as craters and roared: “We are the…
“We are civilized and want to civilize others” T. Shevchenko Our kind is wise from birth, We know everything since…
Grandpa was detained and caught, Transported to the village court, Where he was suitably taught The shame of stealing his…
No sobs are heard. The orchestras rust. Orators, worn out, rest without a throb. For laid to rest is not…
Sections sat sternly at the table, Notes crouched in corners, carefully inclined, Quotations with fixed bayonets stared sharply At the…
On a green Holy Day, from afar A stranger arrived to sow hope: “I was sent, my dear people, by…
Four Ukrainian Poets: Drach, Korotych, Kostenko, Symonenko. Front Cover. George Stephen Nestor Luckyj. Quixote, 1969 – English poetry – 83 pages.
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