Wanted dead or a wild

R. U. E. Venus of the louvre success - chopin (i, ii, iii and iv) - symphony research (after robert schumann) (prelude, iii, iv, v, v, vi and epilogue) - fate (1856 and 1879) from 1st augura to another kranes ibikus the critic and poet-chaser of st. Michael things and great artists sympathy - city visions (i and ii) impact higher victim

Is raised in a rich jewish family in new york, emma lazar devoted herself to zionist and marxist reasons after a hearing about pogroms in the russian federation in the 1880s. She translated a number of valuable jewish music and a special colossus ”fits into the pedestal of the statues of freedom. 

The new colossus (audio) 

Not like the arrogant giant of greek glory, with the conquest of the limbs, astid from the earth to earth; here in the proposed seas, the gate of sanset will stand with a powerful woman with a torch, whose flame is a tune lightning, along with her her name mother of the exiles. From her beacons shines in the world a greeting; her soft eyes are commanded by a harbor with an air bridge, which is formed by twin cities. "Hold on, ancient lands, your legendary pump!" She screams with silent lips. “Give me tired, your poor man, your group masses, eager to breathe free, miserable denial of your shore. Send them, homeless, toast-brown, i raise my lamp next to the gold door! ” 1492 

You are a two -faced year, the mother of change and fate, cried when spain came out with a flaming sword, the children of the prophets of the lord, the prince, the priest and passengers, were rejected by the winter of hatred. Open from the sea to the sea, from state to state, the west abandoned which, and the east turned away. No anchorida who could buy a famous world was closed, each port was forbidden, forbade each gate. Then smiling, you will reveal, about the two -sided year, a virgin society, where the doors of sunset, saying: “ho, anyone who is unable to go here! Every ancient barrier falls there, that the art of race or faith, to the back gloomy broken hatred between heart and heart! "Long island sound 

I see it if it looked one day by september, a soft breeze that appeared for a quick tide, light on it. A distant sail, white as a crescent. Shining liquids with pale streams are scattered, quiet fishing, the eastern bay, a semicircle of its dark green grove. Lighting herbs, a cheerful sun in the grave sky; sagged far and vast laughter of invisible children, cheerful crushing crushes and low lippa made of wavy light summer clouds, fantastic ones, like sleeping, sleeping. Changing it unnoticed while i looked at them with these honest sounds and the attractions that i made. Echo 

Late born and saved with a woman, i dare not hope, the freshness of the older, the power of the male, modern passion will fly out on the lips of my muses, and i can’t cope (who must be encouraged and shielded by femininity) with the strong warriors of the planet and repeat the dangers, wounds and triumphs of the battle; twing on a full string lyre through its scale. So if you have long been in the cave with a lake cut by stones, a wild voice looked after and heard, answering simultaneously from heaven and waves, giving elven music alone in love alone and a song. Assaurance 

Last night i slept, and if i woke her kiss, i still swam on my lips. For we threw together during sleep, through a dull meadow, where shy moon rays did not dare to light our bliss. The air was fed up with dew, between the trees, the hidden luminous features were kindled and spent. Kreba pressed to the cheek, a cool, hot night breeze, mixed hair, our breath, and came and left, as sports with world passion. A low and deep sip in this voice her voice: “and did you dream, it was wanted dead or wild indonesia not difficult to bury? Is this a dream? And high feelings will be noticeable! ! "On this i woke up, and her kiss on my lips. Marriage bells 

Melodies and silver applications, and solar air, severity with the fragrance of honey orange; glad, friendly festive faces everywhere. She, which covered this all unearthly hour, with a cloud, cable, a veil and a weak cheek, goes in wedding beauty, as in a trance one on one with its secrets and fears to breathe, to say that a rare, thin spell does not break up. Perchans. However, the user looks down at a specific flower head, celebrating the foggy eyes, grave sweet eyebrows day. The taming of the falcon 

The bird sits on the flexibly -brown wrist from the fowler turban, which did not have any feathers, but the winged spirit talked it with convincing eyes. We should not trust the silk reel, without installing a thick trap; he lures the wanderer with his persistent look, he contracts, worries, he trembles, but obeys. And finally! He enslaved air broadcasting.A fixed, persistent human will-owner of our planet;-all the same in a terrible sky rule an absolute, shortage of an act or a word above the creation; thanks to eternity, eclipsing a sunny shield, a sword of lightning, the power of the unprofitable eye of allah. R.V. E. 

As when the father dies, his children tell about an empty hearth, their loss to deceive with the pronounced praise and care, and i repeat my familiar words with a whisper. The revered habit of his daily law, not in the name of him, but whose weak legs still need this guide lamp, whose faith, less sweet, passes this softened patience without a minus, or we select around our empty chair, in your own slar -pilled, amber city, expert and dad! For the love that we carry, but not behind your glory, we splash this crown and feel our habitat in the sacred air, forbidding us to cry that you have left. Venus louvre 

Down the long hall, she shines like a star, a mother born in a foam, surpasses the stone, but, still immortal, breathes. The cruel hand of time searched for time, at the same time, failed to martha. When at first the captured charming charm from from afar blinded my eyes, i saw not her alone, serenely growing on my own worshiping to the world throne, her life, adordum, sobbed the farewell pleasantly. Here hein cried! Here he still cries immediately and will not raise a shadow or move, while one fierce heart mourns, one poet-mosg, for the disappeared hellas and the hybrai plain. Success 

Often i conceived a defeat and physical, pathos of a stupid, stumbling crowd. Such a step, i ignore the current moment and only for a long time to pour my soul forward in 1 pipe, one clear, amazing grief, a triumphal song, with any victories of high efforts of a person, bay deeds, which is forever acquired, whose will is strong. Did you see the deep, joyful eyes of those who persisted and achieved? Rejoice! On the "nickname" the conductor shines the all -seeing sun. Greet him with a free heart and in a good voice, “the average fused, weak crowd of ghosts, a brave, significant, prosperous person. Chopin 

The thought of switching hands, tireless, in order to rotate an invisible, fabulous gal from a scattered waltz. Bright eyes are found, gay maxim of an echo from a vaulted roof. Warm perfumes rise; the soft non -coding radiance of branched lights turns off the interchangeable charms of views, rich things, dazzling snow with a neck, not fighting, clinging hands. Hark to music! As one fundamental response of users, the poet’s heart, who pulsates, vibrates and sobs under voltage of reckless fun, who pulsates. So longing, although all the dancing waves rejoice, the worried, deep voice of the restless sea. Ii 

Which will proclaim the golden fable, wrong from the miracles of orpheus? This subtle load over the dirty loss of our proseian and is transferred to it slightly lifts us up. With a rhythmic waltz, lyrical prelude, the night song of intercourse and volume, various visions rise, which will melt and mix with the current enchanted eyes. The polish poet, who was silent for a long time, a musician with seraph, breathes again with eloquence, immortal pain. Restored the elevated face, which we know so wonderfully, illuminated eyes, a fragile frame, slowly consuming its inner flame, our company is not exciting, we do not say that we do not break the spell. Iii 

Needed a voice, sweet, reliable and large, like a sad spirit of evening broadcasting, pulsing with human passion, but that hour, like the untouched melodies of a wild bird. A voice in his eyes “the twilight heaven dim, who grieves for the beloved team of the dead, while a bother and silent leaves fall at him. A voice for everyone who sees the first green stature, who hears the call of the first robin on the 1st spring day. A voice for anyone whom fate separated, which, incidentally, must die, everything that is of little love for her, since she does not quite have the art of expressing her soul. For it sings unspoken hope, vague, sad beliefs. Iv 

Then the universe arranged the poet’s heart because of this, whose chords are maximally simple breeze, which impresses drew, trembling music, awakening sweet desire. How will she cherish it? Here! She quits the search for a personal, fragile treasure in the cycle of boiling passions; he is spray and horror, he must delve into the stormy seas, if it is extracted from this pearl or beauty. No thoughtful nymph, his muse, the amazon of thought with sovereign eyes, the kiss of which was poison, human-thoughtful, world, inspired elf, tender harmony. A rich gain for humanity! However, everything is normal with this development? A poet who simply must sound earth, heaven and hell!Symphony studies (after robert schumann) 

Prelude 

Blue storms a-repair, pulsed in combination with a wild, restless tone of atmosphere and sky. Do we have to call them prospero, who remained in such an ugly hands with a fatal key to the mystery of this stormy hour, and his spirit that connects the wand with control in what circumstances he wandered on the coast of the sun in order to hear beautiful, fabulous voices and fly with aryel forced once again in the air at the peak and destruction? Far and practically the laughter of thunder repeated noisily, and harmless light jumped from cloud to cloud. I 

Swimming over the wave of swelling of the sound, we seemed to lose sight of the endless sea: the balanced clear heaven and the brilliant surf, whether we were. We drank the atmosphere in flight: our employees did not solve, and this is not riotous with cunning enterprises of desire. Nice of us, the sun fell, drowning in gold; deep, deeply lower than burning pullers; and your sea sang like a struck lira. Oh, the wild voices of these chanting waves! Human faces saw under the tide! Familiar eyes looked at the deep seas, and our company, exalted, were like people died. We are aware that the sea is a life, a harmonious cry of mixed disagreements of mankind. Ii 

Look deeper: note that the wave mass is jealous, in any lines, washed colors, typical services and figures of mankind. You see in cold and diesel glass a bright pie, sports with smooth yellow shells, the top of dolphins, jumping to kiss honest maternal places. From a rich abyss, how joyful their crazy wells of laughter! Some naps in gloomy caves without afraid, adopted by the overwhelming sound of water, and some of them make the mouth of dragons, imbued. Oh, innocence! Persian bays are deeply relaxed with its sonorous glee and a mournful melody of wise mermaids. Iii 

What are they striving to make sea nymphs in the mentioned coral cave? Surprised eyes, their flexible forms, they are bending which events are rarely beautiful. They provide their flexible white handles and, through a gold wave, they gently raise. Oh, dazzling sight! The naked, shining goddess, who turned out to be a full -luminous, voluptuous, “nit of mantle flaws of shreds, which kiss its ankles in whites! Up, they wear it, repeating low and sweetly: clinging water, partially part of them, their legs dance their flame jewelry. In the sun's rays, on a soft foam, they lie with a precious burden and return. Oh, bliss! Oh, suffering! Mortals, love was born! Iv 

Hark! Of the incomprehensible depths, the dirzh swells, sobbing through the melancholy air: where love entered, death also there. A hooligan, stormy surge is scolded by a cry; the ocean and the earth, the inconspicuous sky, extend one note, mourning for the dead, the cry of souls is not comforted. What a piercing music! Fruitored visions rise and send hot tears, rain in the current cheek. We observe a silent grave on a hill with a zodiac lonely lilac. About the heart, still! The porn tuning will not get up, the porn cushion cannot stay stirring and never speak. Of course, non -returning dead blessed. Call, sweet dirzh and raise consumers to a virtual vacation! V 

On the silver beach of the yunna dance with switching hands and flying hair; like polished marble, their brilliant limbs remained naked; they have pale rays of their eyes on the virgin rites. Music softer! For their foam-bright legs, but not on the wet field where the guys stumbled: “because people scatter sound,” jump in their own cool sea chambers, in the fleet, and people doubt that sooner or later we saw our healthy eyes you see about the homeless wreaths of the fog, shot with weak flowers to kiss the moonlit moon, floating snowy, snowy white in which you were. Already, look! Sands washed with a wave, naked, and mocking laughter accelerates at the top. Vi 

Divided 'twixt the dream world and the sincere, we heard the wax passion of the soar song to scale heaven on strong gears. Among the long-term thunder-housing, against the rain of the square of light, the head of a pale poet in the lyrical keys stood boldly cut, absorbed in perceptions, at the moment of light light played over it. "Fury, wild storm!" The music seemed to sang: "not the limit of a thunderstorm of your anger can move the soul that devotes worship of eternal beauty, eternal love." Next is not required! The song was over, and already, a rainbow trembling in the golden sky! Epilogue 

Under the sun's rays, the air with the rain we went out sweetly, with the dripping grass and the flowering vine, and saw through the clouds, the radiance of the pale sun.From the hills, the rain slowly crept like a silver shine of a transparent curtain; and speaking for us, the painted bow was bent, where majestic cloud forms passed: in a wet yellow light, the dazzling green emerald color of the lawn and shrub and wood seemed painted blue. Our hearts plunged with the universe. With smiles, it was indicated about parties earlier, about new courage, about remarkable developments, dreams that cause the surprise and glory of our time, and all the music of the biography, but the anthem of praise. Fate 

1856 

Paris, from the throat of iron, silver, brass, joyfulness, guns, blissful with jimming bells and military strains full of voiced puzzles. The air is removed with flags chanted mass crowds of all churches, but wide streets are swarming with joyful eyes that chat, laugh and passed in a festive confusion, a class with a class. So in full spring the solar points are warm! In the imperial palace in early spring, morning, a beautiful pretty mother lay and smiled; for next to her he simply inhaled the prince, her child, the heir to the empire, to the purple born, crowned with the name of titan, who excites the heart, as blown up, is the next bonaparte. 1879 

Was born in a purple, deceitful and dead, softened by poisoned spears, in the life of arrogant africa! Your grave is one, the front youth (where the follicles and sins were visited, but not yours), while the world is heartless, like it will be, to sing dirzh to breathe, the wreath to the rosemary and the bay with the bays twisted. Ambassed, but not your own, immortal, beloved boys, you will be your persistent with the early doomed don carlos, along with arthur with a soft marriage, the killed son of jeffrey. Louis dofin raises his head with a ring and welcomes you, his brother, “mang. From august 1 to another 

So, kal often, on the holy palatine, you took care of mopsus, and the sea waste made your order. I am a deity (through my deep art), a mockery that played on your lips even in your eyes, tearing a fragile leaf, that moment you thought about the house. Thanks for the silent greeting! I will come, abroad of the june rose, without the smell of flower of rome. The whole campaign spreads in front of my spectacle, a wall with the inscription, the graves of caesar are not bent, rome and tiber, and the yellow light, where honey was breathed. However, more interesting i thank this, which will be our experts! For what, in order to prove at that moment and here you thought about me. Ibicus taps 

Was the one who watched the river flowing past a large metropolis, one gray november day. At his narrow high roads in bets, the boys had fun when they saw that he had left, muttering half, with vision on a stream, an immortal haircut, which he tried to hold in his hand. Because a man walked on april land with faust and helen. Shadows, like a dream, was a prose world, a river in one city. Wild joy justified him through the enchanted sky, he noticed the cranes of ibikus. He closed the page, he raised his eyes, i am a black line of birds in fluctuations in threads, brought him the greetings of the homeless dead! Critic and poet: apologies 

(“Poetry should be simple, sensual or passionate; this specialist is not considered either simple, sensual, nor passionate; therefore, the sorcerer is not a poet”) each of them the nightingale was not heard when the naturalist was excited about it could be heard. There is still no further;-therefore, we said the word. When unexpectedly-hack, nightingale! Oh, deeper, more powerful than he was in a state of divine, which, in general, unhindered tension! He saw a simple, brown reed, shameless. “Not mine” (he cried) is a mistake of this fatal disadvantage. No bird, it takes off behind my line, if it would be a bird, ”answered this law.” Chapel of st. Michael 

When the annoyed hubbub of our modern world win the roar around me, when i walk along the street, a countless noise of transport and the rhythm of an ongoing labor hammer, hard stress due to the struggle for lies and the brain to the brain , often a sudden dream, my meaning is deceiving, tasteless shops, solitude on the sky of roofs and experts, boldly, i will stand in marble marble again. I look at the solemn gold, painted in gold, which is crawling to kiss the alabaster grave, where the stone stuffeds of two knights are sleeping, and on the continuation of a long time in twilight glory surprises their sculptural salt of five centuries, and the greatest historical persons 

Not at that time as a fever of blood is strong, the heart is loudly pulsing, the eyes are veiled, about the excitement than with tears, the muse will bless the poet in order to help and calm down with the music. Not then she provides his trembling lips expresses a sick joy, voluptuous pain. Being is his poem; flesh, meaning and brain are one full lyre, configured for health.But in the event that the dream is completed, the impulses fail, the illusion of the day, with the set of “sunny day, he, lonely at dusk, sees the pale divine isolvar, represented as regret, enter and stuck with his hand and kiss his laziness. Then my lips do not sing my lips now. Sympathy 

Taking into account the above, i dare to realize my own personal grief, the secret blots of my imperfect soul also do not move to reduction or inflate my own desert, not to decorate not so as not hide. For this, i am aware that, like me, you are also art. You are the past heroic forms of the silence of my breast, where i pray for an hour of deliverance, this rose, my spike. This lady can figure out that my soul is able to study, holding out the silent bay of her sister. ” Urban visions 

I 

As a blind memories of the light, the fantasy of the deaf beethovens, the reverse joys for us, superior to absolutely everything that is in the limited sphere of sound and spectacles, therefore, while the obvious streets of a brick and stone vicks with heat, noise and dust from a dawn to night, i will provide an imagination running from the gloomy today- and in it stop alone with secured feelings. All day, think that i, i, who are sitting, dark walls, then how did you put the beauty in the air and the sea? Rising on the wings of the song of a rare poet, here a wide bill laughs, jumps and falls, i take off cloud, free, because the winds are free. Ii 

Who covers the substance? Who tore off the average shadows? Those who are in one dark-yarko-brush back, “sleep and awakening, on which kosnov are smoothed in a chair with soft brown splashes? The holder does not note how living water shines, trembling along the cliff, flickering haze, fills the wine pool and never looks up to find ancient miracles and manifestation. It has actual, or i, who draws more than the whole thing at the top, sparkling pines of the touch, breathes a strong tarry spirit, see the sky like azure flame between leaflets and an open invisible gates with a dragmetal key? Influence 

Sylsa, a pale lice mother, before she sleeps, looks at the zigzag square, beautiful naked trees, blue night air, revelation of a deep strengthening of a star, peace over the universe, and heaven over heaven. Between the heights of the bone and the sky, her vision lies in a stubborn, blurry light, tall in the tower, even the earthly star. Her faith, because of the saints and angels, and intermediary love, breathes with prayer for a tired person in a gray old tower. He is an insightful, skeptical poet, not knowing, feels comforting and constant, is also not aware of where this merciless world does not fade on the cardiovascular system and essence. The highest sacrifice 

Is almost two thousand years. Israel suffered from contempt of man for addiction to the lord; the ban on outlaw, a yoke, a prosthesis with exemplary patience survived. Empires rose and fell, he adored the sky and bel; ed was drunk with a victory and went to his high places, at that time as the sacred turf was defiled incorrect. His faith was persistent, without deviations from and a lack, but now the last renunciation is required. His truth prevails, his god is god, his law is so respectful of the most desirable wisdom. Not his glory! 

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