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Written by Andrew Marvell | A Letter To Doctor Ingelo then With My Lord Whitlock Amba Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli, Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito? Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum, Qui modo tam mollis nec bene firmus eras? Quae Gentes Hominum, quae sit Natura Locorum, Sint Homines, potius dic ibi sintre Loca? Num gravis horrisono Polus obruit omnia lapsu, Jungitur & praeceps Mundas utraque nive? An melius canis horrescit Campus Aristis, Amuius Agricolis & redit Orbe labor? Incolit, ut fertur, saevam Gens mitior Oram, Pace vigil, Bello strenua, justa Foro. Quin ibi sunt Urbes, atque alta Palatia Regum, Musarumque domus, & sua Templa Deo. Nam regit Imperio populum Christina ferocem, Et dare jura potest regia Virgo viris. Utque trahit rigidum Magnes Aquilone Metallum, Gandet eam Soboles ferrea sponte sequii. Dic quantum liceat fallaci credere Famae, Invida num taceat plura, sonet ve loquax. At, si vera fides, Mundi melioris ab ortu, Saecula Christinae nulla tulere parem. Ipsa licet redeat (nostri decus orbis) Eliza, Qualis nostra tamen quantaque Eliza fuit. Vidimus Effigiem, mistasque Coloribus Umbras: Sic quoque Sceptripotens, sic quoque visa Dea. Augustam decorant (raro concordia) frontem Majestas & Amor, Forma Pudorque simul. Ingens Virgineo spirat Gustavus in ore: Agnoscas animos, fulmineumque Patrem. Nulla suo nituit tam lucida Stella sub Axe; Non Ea quae meruit Crimine Nympha Polum. Ah quoties pavidum demisit conscia Lumen, Utque suae timuit Parrhasis Ora Deae! Et, simulet falsa ni Pictor imagine Vultus, Delia tam similis nec fuit ipsa sibi. Ni quod inornati Triviae sint forte Capilli, Sollicita sed buic distribuantur Acu. Scilicet ut nemo est illa reverentior aequi; Haud ipsas igitur fert sine Lege Comas. Gloria sylvarum pariter communis utrique Est, & perpetuae Virginitatis Honos. Sic quoque Nympharum supereminet Agmina collo, Fertque Choros Cynthi per Juga, per Nives. Haud aliter pariles Ciliorum contrahit Arcus Acribus ast Oculis tela subesse putes. Luminibus dubites an straverit illa Sagittis Quae foret exuviis ardua colla Feram. Alcides humeros coopertus pelle Nemaea Haud ita labentis sustulit Orbis Onus. Heu quae Cervices subnectunt Pectora tales. Frigidiora Gelu, candidiora Nive. Caetera non licuit, sed vix ea tota, videre; Nam chau fi rigido stant Adamante Sinus. Seu chlamys Artifici nimium succurrerit auso, Sicque imperfectum fugerit impar Opus: Sive tribus spernat Victrix certare Deabus, Et pretium formae nec spoliata ferat. Junonis properans & clara Trophaea Minervae; Mollia nam Veneris praemia nosse piget. Hinc neque consuluit fugitivae prodiga Formae, Nectimuit seris invigilasse Libris. Insommem quoties Nymphae monuere sequaces Decedet roseis heu color ille Genis. Jamque vigil leni cessit Philomela sopori, Omnibus & Sylvis conticuere Ferae. Acrior illa tamen pergit, Curasque fatigat: Tanti est doctorum volvere scripta Virum. Et liciti quae sint moderamina discere Regni, Quid fuerit, quid sit, noscere quicquid erit. Sic quod in ingenuas Gothus peccaverit Artes Vindicat, & studiis expiat Una suis. Exemplum dociles imitantur nobile Gentes, Et geminis Infans imbuit Ora sonis. Transpositos Suecis credas migrasse Latinos, Carmine Romuleo sic strepit omne Nemus. Upsala nec priscis impar memoratur Athenis, Aegidaque & Currus hic sua Pallas habet. Illinc O quales liceat sperasse Liquores, Quum Dea praesideat fontibus ipsa sacris! Illic Lacte ruant illic & flumina Melle, Fulvaque inauratam tingat Arena Salam. Upsalides Musae nunc & majora conemus, Quaeque mihi Famae non levis Aura tulit. Creditur haud ulli Christus signasse suorum Occultam gemina de meliore Notam. Quemque tenet charo descriptum Nomine semper, Non minus exculptum Pectore fida refert. Sola haec virgineas depascit Flamma Medullas, Et licito pergit solvere corda foco. Tu quoque Sanctorum fastos Christina sacrabis, Unica nec Virgo Volsiniensis erit. Discite nunc Reges (Majestas proxima coelo) Discite proh magnos hinc coluisse Deos. Ah pudeat Tanitos puerilia fingere coepta, Nugas nescio quas, & male quaerere Opes. Acer Equo cunctos dum praeterit illa Britanno, Et pecoris spolium nescit inerme sequi. Ast Aquilam poscit Germano pellere Nido, Deque Palatino Monte fugare Lupam. Vos etiam latos in praedam jungite Campos, Impiaque arctatis cingite Lustra Plagis. Victor Oliverus nudum Caput exerit Armis, Ducere sive sequi nobile laetus Iter. Qualis jam Senior Solymae Godfredus ad Arces, Spina cui canis floruit alba comis. Et lappos Christina potest & solvere Finnos, Ultima quos Boreae carcere Claustra premunt. Aeoliis quales Venti fremuere sub antris, Et tentant Montis corripuisse moras. Hanc Dea si summa demiserit Arce procellam Quam gravis Austriacis Hesperiisque cadat! Omnia sed rediens olim narraveris Ipse; Nec reditus spero tempora longa petit. Non ibi lenta pigro stringuntur frigore Verba, Solibus, & tandem Vere liquanda novo. Sed radiis hyemem Regina potentior urit; Haecque magis solvit, quam ligat illa Polum. Dicitur & nostros moerens andisse Labores, Fortis & ingenuam Gentis amasse Fidem. Oblatae Batavam nec paci commodat Aurem; Nec versat Danos insidiosa dolos. Sed pia festinat mutatis Foedera rebus, Et Libertatem quae dominatur amat. Digna cui Salomon meritos retulisset honores, Et Saba concretum Thure cremasset Iter. Hanc tua, sed melius, celebraverit, Ingele, Musa; Et labor est vestrae debitus ille Lyrae. Nos sine te frustra Thamisis saliceta subimus, Sparsaque per steriles Turba vagamur Agros. Et male tentanti querulum respondet Avena: Quin & Rogerio dissiluere fides. Haec tamen absenti memores dictamus Amico, Grataque speramus qualiacumque fore.

Written by Regina Derieva | Beyond Siberia Again Siberia Beyond Siberia again Siberia, beyond impenetrable forest again forest. And beyond it waste ground, where a blizzard of snow breaks loose. The blizzard has handcuffs, and the snow- storm has a knife which kills at once. . . . I will die, pay a debt for others who live somewhere, out of spite, out of fear and terror, out of pain, out of a nameless grave. . . . Beyond the wall another wall, on the wall stopped dead one sentinel.

Written by Regina Derieva | Theory Of Recruiting Sons of bitches were born with hearts of stone, cherishing this stone all their life. Children of sons of bitches were born with hearts of grenade, in order to blow to pieces everything, and to leave as a message for their descendants — entrails (still smoking entrails) of sons of bitches.

Written by Regina Derieva | All My Life All my life I sought an angel. And he appeared in order to say: "I am no angel !"

Written by Andrew Marvell | In Effigiem Oliveri Cromwell Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit, At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt. In eandem Reginae Sueciae transmissam Bellipotens Virgo, septem Regina Trionum. Christina, Arctoi lucida stella Poli; Cernis quas merui dura sub Casside Rugas; Sicque Senex Armis impiger Ora fero; Invia Fatorum dum per Vestigia nitor, Exequor & Populi fortia Jussa Manu. At tibi submittit frontem reverentior Umbra, Nec sunt hi Vultus Regibus usque truces.

Written by Regina Derieva | It Was Not Necessary To Study It was not necessary to study the language of a strange country; anyway, it would be of no help. It was not necessary to know where Italy or England is located; travel was obviously out of question. It was not necessary to live among the wild beasts of Noah's ark, which had just devoured the last dove of peace, along with Noah and his virtuous family. It was not necessary to strive for some holy land awash in milk and honey, according to rumor.

Written by Regina Derieva | I Dont Feel At Home Where I Am I don't feel at home where I am, or where I spend time; only where, beyond counting, there's freedom and calm, that is, waves, that is, space where, when there, you consist of pure freedom, which, seen, turns that Gorgon, the crowd, to stone, to pebbles and sand . . . where life's mean- ing lies buried, that never let one come within cannon shot yet. From cloud-covered wells untold pour color and light, a fete of cupids and Ledas in gold. That is, silk and honey and sheen. That is, boon and quiver and call. That is, all that lives to be free, needing no words at all.

Written by Regina Derieva | On The Sea-Shore Smell Of Iodine On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, and square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common people, preparing himself to be Rosencrantz. He decides to serve Claudius and therefore spy on Prince Hamlet from the fountain. All over the world — the prison. At the world's end a certain John plays the piano. Already darkness, and the end is in sight : Ophelia crying in an empty hut. And Hamlet walks to and fro with white headband, in order to be recognized by the Ghost in the gloom.

Written by Regina Derieva | A Poem A poem— is just one more scrap of paper that has sailed off the table in a bottle with a cry for help.

Written by Ezra Pound | La Regina Avrillouse Lady of rich allure, Queen of the spring's embrace, Your arms are long like boughs of ash, Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure, Breath of the poppy flower, All the wood thy bower And the hills thy dwelling-place. This will I no more dream; Warm is thy arm's allure, Warm is the gust of breath That ere thy lips meet mine Kisseth my cheek and saith: "This is the joy of earth, Here is the wine of mirth Drain ye one goblet sure, Take ye the honey cup The honied song raise up, Drink of the spring's allure, April and dew and rain; Brown of the earth sing sure, Cheeks and lips and hair And soft breath that kisseth where Thy lips have come not yet to drink. " Moss and the mold of earth, These be thy couch of mirth, Long arms thy boughs of shade April-alluring, as the blade Of grass doth catch the dew And make it crown to hold the sun. Banner be you Above my head, Glory to all wold display'd, April-alluring, glory-bold.