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Вспоминая гениального Уильяма Блейка

Аллен Гинзберг в 69-м записал интереснейший альбом на поэтический цикл Уильяма Блейка "Песни невинности и опыта".

Смотреть здесь -
http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Ginsberg-Blake.php

London

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning church appals;
And the hapless soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.







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