olshananaeva: (rainbow-high)
Christiana sum. Christiani nihil a me alienum puto ([personal profile] olshananaeva) wrote2009-01-22 11:35 am

The Birds. Hilaire Belloc

When Jesus Christ was four years old
The angels brought Him toys of gold,
Which no man ever had bought or sold.

And yet with these He would not play.
He made Him small fowl out of clay,
And blessed them till they flew away:

Tu creasti Domine

Jesus Christ, Thou child so wise,
Bless mine hands and fill mine eyes,
And bring my soul to Paradise.

[identity profile] cleofide.livejournal.com 2009-01-22 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
Чрезвычайно трогательно!

[identity profile] olshananaeva.livejournal.com 2009-01-22 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Меня тоже потрясло. Я вот на такую рассылку подписалась, теперь волей-неволей просвещаюсь регулярно:

[identity profile] olshananaeva.livejournal.com 2009-01-22 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
http://quotations.about.com/cs/poemlyrics/a/The_Destruction.htm

[identity profile] cleofide.livejournal.com 2009-01-22 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Спасибо за информацию!

[identity profile] olshananaeva.livejournal.com 2009-01-23 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
:) На здоровье!:)

[identity profile] cleofide.livejournal.com 2009-01-23 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ольга, а перевести не пробовали? Мне кажется, у Вас должно получиться.

[identity profile] olshananaeva.livejournal.com 2009-01-23 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
а это мысль! Но у меня такая длинная уже очередь слежалась-скопилась черновиков недоделанных :( и повесть хочу побыстрее написать...I spread myself too thin, I'm afraid.:(

[identity profile] cleofide.livejournal.com 2009-01-23 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
This poem is just for you. And it's so tiny :)

[identity profile] olshananaeva.livejournal.com 2009-01-23 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe one day :) Have you had a quick look at my novel by any chance?