A Minor Bird
by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.


Несмотря на некоторую топорность, на мой вкус, зацепили стихи. Случайно встретились мне и теперь в свои моменты глобальной усталости, беспричинной злобы и состояния "отстаньте от меня все" то и дело вспоминаю последнюю строфу и одёргиваю себя)

Ну, а эту знаковую вещь давно люблю. Она идеальна.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.