THe famous and only William Blake:
Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
When thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand forged thy dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dared its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile his work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?



Your humble servant, litigation associate, whose client was rear-ended when he stopped at a yellow light in the middle of a forest road in New Hampshire, dying over a Demand Letter of boredom.

Twinkle, twinkle, traffic light
In the forest of the night,
What immortal mind or hand
Placed thee in abandoned land?

Like three crazy fireflies
Burn the fire of thine eyes,
With thine perfect symmetry
Thee ensure my salary.

What the hammer, what the chain
In the client's melting brain
Made him stop in front of thine
Mighty, deadly yellow shine...

Not a spear from distant star
Made this damage to his car -
May the claims that I now sculp
Beat insurance guy to pulp!

May my dark, unfriendly chants
Now create the dread Demands
Scary language, dipping steep -
Make insurance agents weep!

Twinkle, twinkle, traffic light
In the forest of the night,
With thine perfect symmetry
Thee ensure my salary...

Это ладно, а смотрите, чего в комментариях!
 
Notio: stupid giggling
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From:miram
Date:2006-09-27 06:58 pm (UTC)
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Тигр! тигр! ужоснах!
Киса жжот в ночных лесах!
Чьею вылеплен рукой
Был готичный образ твой?

Где, в каких глубинах ночи
Загорелись эти очи?
Что за Аффтар, воспарив,
Зафигачил креатиф?

Кто недрогнувшей рукою
Сердце вылепил такое?
Жил и нервов свив канат,
Не убрать посмел под кат?

Молот чей тебя ковал?
Фтопку кто твой мозг кидал?
Кто дерзал сжимать клещами
Это жызненное пламя?

В час, когда с ночной звезды
Слёзы лились беспесды, —
Улыбалсо ль молоцца,
Склеив Тигра — и Агнца?!

Тигр! тигр! ужоснах!
Киса жжот в ночных лесах!
Чьей бессмертною рукой
Юзерпик был создан твой?
From:ikadell
Date:2006-09-27 08:01 pm (UTC)
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ААААтлично:)
 
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