"Dunsany, Lord - Fifty-one Tales" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

Caucasus upon Himalaya came riding past the sunlight upon
the backs of storms and looked down idly from their golden
heights upon the crests of the mountains.
"Ye pass away," said the mountains.
And the clouds answered, as I dreamed or fancied,
"We pass away, indeed we pass away, but upon our
unpasturable fields Pegasus prances. Here Pegasus gallops
and browses upon song which the larks bring to him every
morning from far terrestrial fields. His hoof-beats ring
upon our slopes at sunrise as though our fields were of
silver. And breathing the dawn-wind in dilated nostrils,
with head tossed upwards and with quivering wings, he stands
and stares from our tremendous heights, and snorts and sees
far-future wonderful wars rage in the creases and the folds
of the togas that cover the knees of the gods."













The Worm and the Angel




As he crawled from the tombs of the fallen a worm met with
an angel.
And together they looked upon the kings and kingdoms, and
youths and maidens and the cities of men. They saw the old
men heavy in their chairs and heard the children singing in
the fields. They saw far wars and warriors and walled
towns, wisdom and wickedness, and the pomp of kings, and the
people of all the lands that the sunlight knew.
And the worm spake to the angel saying: "Behold my food."

"Be d'akeon para thina polyphloisboio thalasses,"

murmured the angel, for they walked by the sea, "and can you
destroy that too?"
And the worm paled in his anger to a greyness ill to
behold, for for three thousand years he had tried to destroy
that line and still its melody was ringing in his head.