Oliver Wendell Holmes, 'The Chambered Nautilus'

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The Chambered Nautilus

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,—
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed,—
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!

( Year after year beheld the silent toil )

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poem of the day, by Samuil Marshak

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Originally posted by med_cat at Poem of the day

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Мы знаем: время растяжимо.
Оно зависит от того,
Какого рода содержимым
Вы наполняете его.

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We know: time is stretchable.
It depends on
The kind of contents
With which you fill the time.

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