OF TIME AND THE RIVER. Thomas Wolfe

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Название OF TIME AND THE RIVER
Автор произведения Thomas Wolfe
Жанр Документальная литература
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isbn 9788027244348



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       Book v Jason’s Voyage

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       Book vi AntÆUs: Earth Again

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       Book vii Kronos and Rhea: The Dream of Time

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       Book viii Faust and Helen

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      To

      MAXWELL EVARTS PERKINS

      A GREAT EDITOR AND A BRAVE AND HONEST MAN, WHO STUCK TO THE WRITER OF THIS BOOK THROUGH TIMES OF BITTER HOPELESSNESS AND DOUBT AND WOULD NOT LET HIM GIVE IN TO HIS OWN DESPAIR, A WORK TO BE KNOWN AS “OF TIME AND THE RIVER” IS DEDICATED WITH THE HOPE THAT ALL OF IT MAY BE IN SOME WAY WORTHY OF THE LOYAL DEVOTION AND THE PATIENT CARE WHICH A DAUNTLESS AND UNSHAKEN FRIEND HAS GIVEN TO EACH PART OF IT, AND WITHOUT WHICH NONE OF IT COULD HAVE BEEN WRITTEN

      “Crito, my dear friend Crito, that, believe me, that is what I seem to hear, as the Corybants hear flutes in the air, and the sound of those words rings and echoes in my ears and I can listen to nothing else.”

      “Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn,

       Im dunkeln Laub die Gold–Orangen glühn,

       Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht,

       Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht,

       Kennst du es wohl?

       Dahin! Dahin

       Möcht’ ich mit dir, O mein Geliebter, ziehn!

      Kennst du das Haus, auf Säulen ruht sein Dach,

       Es glänzt der Saal, es schimmert das Gemach,

       Und Marmorbilder stehn und sehn mich an:

       Was hat man dir, du armes Kind, getan?

       Kennst du es wohl?

       Dahin! Dahin

       Möcht’ ich mit dir, O mein Beschützer, ziehn!

      Kennst du den Berg und seinen Wolkensteg?

       Das Maultier sucht im Nebel