Читать книгу Песнь. Song - Зиновья Душкова - Страница 16

Supposed I of many a kind

To be its color black or white.

To be it the trouble, or be fine

Always supposed over much time.

But now should I for ever suppose?

Perhaps there are things about cost

I don’t know anything. Why

Supposed always over so much of time

Or I was very hopeful and saw

In black perhaps a little white? – Befogged!

When black is black, and white is white,

What can I in one color find?

Supposing it is a great mistake

To look for light across the color black?

I understand, but my character

Pushed me always to be looking for light.

I’m ready all my life mistaken to be.

But I have hope – to find what is of need to me.

If I suppose all, everything in the night?

That I have found the color white.

It must be moon, or the shining star,

Or the Milky Way, or lightning in the sky.

The space for me – always a lighthouse!