When you are in low spirit and lonely or if there is
A thing you cannot understand,
I'd rather you go visit a silver-haired stargazer.
He's just at the reach of a hand.
He's sure to have an answer to every worldly question:
He's delved into three thousand books.
He's scrutinized all heaven and callipered all planets,
And at them, will let you have a look.
There, far above, in the sky,
Scaring to say just how high,
Stars are, like ripened oranges, suspending,
Whereas betwixt and between
Fluffy trails up, stiltedly
Comets are, proud as peacocks, promenading.
And on the Moon, forward and back,
A bear's on elephant back,
A lunar bear with clever azure eyes.
He has no hunch that we are, here,
Staring at him, admiring him,
Preoccupied, fairy tales reciting.
And sorrow wastes away as you keep on studying heav'n with
An aided or unaided eye.
The only rule, howe'er, is that neither snow nor rain there
Should be at this time outside.
And then among unmeasured possessions of the heaven,
You're sure to find a star of yours.
That is, in the event that a perfectly fine weather
Sets in on the planet of Earth.
Somebody, high, high above,
Splattered some milk all about,
As a result, the Milky Way occurred,
And all along it, all along,
All by the plains full of pearls,
A crescent is sailing like a white pirogue.
And on the Moon, on the Moon
On a blue mound, a lunar mound,
Moon folk are watching, never rearing eyes,
A big sky-blue globe, the earth's blue globe,
Cross the Moon sky o'er and o'er,
Splendidly setting down and sightly rising.
There's neither rain nor snow or a sullen humid wind blast
At hours of serene dead of night.
The sky reveals wide open unfathomed splendent compass
For joyful inquisitive eyes.
The riches of the cosmos are glimmering like breathing,
The Zenith is buzzing a bit.
In fact, there are some people who can distinctly hear
A star to another star speak:
-Evening! - Evening!
-Glittering? - Glittering.
-Whats the time? - Midnight or around
Down on the Earth at this hour,
We can be seen best of all.
-And how about kids? - Must be sleeping sound
Wholesomely, from the heart,
Children are sleeping at night,
Joyfully sleeping both in prams and cradles.
May children dream dreams of theirs
How, on the Moon, a lunar bear
All to himself is telling fairy tales.
All to himself is telling fairy tales.
And if you are not sleeping, I'll share with you, by secret,
A really astonishing thing:
Here am I counting stars, but their number has no limit
And that's the whole story, indeed.
Look up through zenith tubes and reveal as well as I do
Remote lands and alien worlds,
That is, in the event that a perfectly fine weather
Sets in on the planet of Earth.
Somebody, high, high above,
Splattered some milk all about,
As a result the Milky Way occurred,
And all along it, all along,
Crossing the plains full of pearls,
A crescent is sailing like a white pirogue.
And on the Moon, on the Moon
On a blue mound, a lunar mound,
Moon folk are watching, never rearing eyes,
A big sky-blue globe, the earth's blue globe
Cross nightly skies o'er and o'er,
Splendidly setting down and sightly rising.
Расскажите, мне простому обывателю, как можно взять обыкновенную сказку и сделать с нее такой шедевр?
Не говоря о том, что темы которая она поднимает, совсем не детские...
BillyBons100 3 months ago 2
@BillyBons100
Сказки - не только для детей. Только там всегда много смыслов: дети вычитывают одно, а взрослые - другое.
schetin 3 months ago