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Творческая работа ко Дню Святого Валентина

Опубликовано Филиппова Ирина Николоевна вкл 28.03.2013 - 22:11
Филиппова Ирина Николоевна
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Филиппова Анастасия

На основе стихотворения Стива Тёрнера 'Declaration of Intent' ученица написала историю про главного лирического героя. 

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Declaration of Intent  by Steve Turner

She said she’d

love me eternity,

but managed to reduce
it to eight months

for good behavior.

She said we fitted

like a hand in glove,

but then the hot

weather came and such

accessories weren’t needed.

She said the future

was ours, but the deeds

were made out in

her name.

She said I was

the only one who

understood completely,

and then she left me

and said she knew

that id understood completely.

I could remember that first day, first our, first moment of you meeting me. I sow your eyes and they were brighter the sun. I noticed your lips are much more red than the petal of rose. If snow be white, I don’t know, what is the color of your skin…Have you ever seen the blackest raven? So, your hair is darker than black. I love hearing your voice, to gaze into your deep blue eyes, so blue, that even sky wink out.

        I was happy all eight months, when you was with me. Indeed you are my life, you are my air, my space, my gladness and grief…And now there is no life without you! You said that you loved me and we would be happy, we were part of each other, we were family…You promised me eternal love…

        It was cold winter, when I met you…You dropped the glove and I gave it back to you. You smiled your special light smile and I fell in love…

        We were together like fire and water, sky and earth, black and white, angel and dragon…But I have never thought that the dragon was you…

        The summer came and light waft beard you away…I sow your beautiful fingers in another gloves…

        You say: ‘My darling, feelings aren’t all in our life. We are young and I want to be free. I think only you can understand me…’.

        The door closed. My heart kept out if the home. Darkness come. Maybe I am dying.


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