Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Alvin And The Chipmunk Template For Invitations

Ted Hughes. Applicant

Жил-был man, and he was the strongest of the strong
He gnashed his teeth like rocks.
Although his body was sought out as a stream with rocks
earn higher incomes of smoke in the deep throat
He arrived there a nail out of nothing

All women in the world could not move his
They came with distorted rock mouths
They came and salted their tears his nails
Only adding to his bitterness
He threw for them your smile on his grimace
peeping up the face of the body lying face down
Inaccessible as a corpse

His sandals were unable to move, they stuck the tabs
and rot where it was attached
All the men in the world could not his move
They moved down at him with shadows and soft sounds
Their arguments brought relief
Like the flowers of heather
His belt does not withstood the siege - he fell and broke
He grinned
Choir little children come to move him
But he looked at them the corners of his eyes
over his smirk
And they are forever lost courage
Oak forests have come and gone on the wing hawk
Mountains rose and fell
He lay crucified in full force
On land
grinning sun
through slits his eyes And the moon

And all the attributes of paradise
through the seams of her countenance
strings of his lips
grinning through the atoms and the decay their
grinning into the blackness
in the ringing nothing
teeth through bone

sometimes with eyes closed

into insensitive test of strength.

Ted Hughes. The Contender

There was this man and he was the strongest
Of the strong.
He gritted his teeth like a cliff.
Though his body was sweeling away like a torrent on a cliff
Smoking towards dark gorges
There he nailed himself with nails of nothing

All the women in the world could not move him
They came their mouths deformed against stone
They came and their tears salted his nail-holes
Only adding their embitterment
To his effort
He abandoned his grin to them his grimace
In his face upwards body he lay face downwards
As a dead man adamant

His sandals could not move him they burst their thongs
And rotted from his fixture
All the men in the world could not move him
They wore at him with their shadows and little sounds
Their arguments were a relief
Like heather flowers
His belt could not endure the siege – it burst
And lay broken
He grinned
Little children came in chorus to move him
But he glanced at them out of his eye-corners
Over the edge of his grin
And they lost their courage for life
Oak forests came and went with the hawk's wing
Mountains rose and fell
He lay crucified with all his strength
On the earth
Grinning towards the sun
Through the tiny holes of his eyes
And towards the moon
And towards the whole paraphernalia of the heavens
Through the seams of his face
With the strings of his lips
Grinning through his atoms and decay
Grinning into the black
Into the ringing nothing
Through the bones of his teeth

Sometimes with eyes closed

In his senseless trial of strength.


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