Kalba, į kurią verčiama: Anglų
Morning prayers:
Living morning,
separate sour from sweet
and farthest in from farthest out,
let the knives of light scrape away
my innermost surly arrogance,
that I may fear
when the hour of fear tolls,
that I may hear
how I shall join in
when the great music begins.
Table prayers:
Give me today
my bread to butter.
Soft and stern shall meet
in my hands
and the butter's sunshine overwhelm
the bread's darkness.
Let me touch what we live from,
brown bread, yellow butter,
love.
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- 20 rugsėjis 2008 01:35
