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Ñäàòü â ïå÷àòü – îòïðàâèòü äóøó
Íà àóêöèîí.
 êðàéíîñòè òàêîé ïîñòóïîê
Ãðÿçíûé ðàçðåøåí
Áûòü áû ìîã. Íî ëó÷øå íèùåé –
 ñíåæíîé áåëèçíå –
Ìíå ïðåäñòàòü ïåðåä Ïðå÷èñòûì
×åì ññóäèòü ñâîé ñíåã,
Ìûñëü – òîãî, êòî äàë åå íàì,
Ñîáñòâåííîñòü, ïîòîì –
Òåõ, êòî ñìîã åå îôîðìèòü.
Ëó÷øå ïðîäàâöîì
Áûòü íåáåñíîé ìèëîñòè –
Âîçäóõà â ðàçíîñ,
×åì áåñ÷åñòèåì öåíû
Äóõ óíèçèòü ñâîé.
23.01.2013
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Publication — is the Auction
Of the Mind of Man —
Poverty — be justifying
For so foul a thing
Possibly — but We — would rather
From Our Garret go
White — Unto the White Creator —
Than invest — Our Snow —
Thought belong to Him who gave it —
Then — to Him Who bear
Its Corporeal illustration — Sell
The Royal Air —
In the Parcel — Be the Merchant
Of the Heavenly Grace —
But reduce no Human Spirit
To Disgrace of Price —