Удивительно. Человечество стремится к разработке инфракрасных камер, способных распознавать взгляд. К тому, чтобы трогать руками чудеса. Но не ясно ли: чудеса раскрываются жизненно-эмоционально в виде переживаний? В виде пакетов информации, пароли к которой - в словах, воспоминаниях, снах?
from THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER
(Café des Westens, Berlin, May 1912)
Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand
Still guardians of that holy land?
The chestnuts shades, in reverend dream,
The yet unacademic stream?
Is dawn a secret shy and cold
Anadyomene¹, silver-gold?
And sunset still a golden sea
From Haslingfield to Madingley?
And after, ere the night is born,
Do hares come out about the corn?
Oh, is the water sweet and cool,
Gentle and brown, above the pool?
And laughs the immortal river still
Under the mill, under the mill?
Say, is there Beauty yet to find?
And Certainty? And Quiet kind?
Deep meadows yet, for to forget
The lies, and truths, and pain? . . . oh! Yet
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?
¹ Anadyomene – an allusion to the beautiful goddess of love, the Roman Venus or the Greek Aphrodite, who is raised from the sea on a shell
