IN THE WANING SUN'S EYE

 

Perpetualy stinging sensation,

a harm that dwelleth me,

Hark I the whispering glades,

tho my senses fail me...

 

I muse over thine extent,

the harlot that you be,

entranced me once and never

failed the dominant grasp...

 

twilight that cometh my way,

a chant we never hear

until we are to depart..

until we are to pass away...

 

Abandon me, regret cruel,

take thee the woes away,

yonder the life goes,

whence thy sorrow dares not...

 

Perpetualy stinging sensation,

a harm that dwelleth me,

Hark I the whispering glades,

tho my senses fail me...

 

twilight that cometh my way,

a chant we never hear

until we are to depart..

until we are to pass away...

 

elem, morao sam ovo da postujem, dunula mi pesma onako, kad sam je ponovo citao, vristao sam od smeha...

Ignorisacu komentare o gramatici (ako vam smeta FUK JU MEN sto bi rek'o onaj na snimku Patarena...) a i svaka slicnost sa W.Blakeom je slucajna...

Uz duzhno poshtovanje ne laskaj sebi,

Daleko si josh od Blakea...A shto se tiche perpetually stinging sensationa pokushaj da nadjesh malo sretnije sinonime (zvuchi kao da si kod doktora i zhalish se na bolove)...Al` 10 za trud.

Pa nisam se poredio kvalitativno sa Blejkom vec onako, fore radi, tipa lici ko sto Jugo lici na auto...