"Modesitt, L E - Recluce 10 - Magi'i Of Cyador" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

Should I recall the Rational Stars?
Or hold my ruin on this hill
where new-raised walls are still,
Perfect granite set jagged on the dawn,
with striped awnings spread across the lawn.

Then, gold was known as gold,
and long slow stories could be told.
White flowers filled the darkest room,
flowers that never lost their bloom.

Should I recall the Rational Stars?
And should I raise anew
old chaos-towers in the darkest wood,
leaving nothing where the forest stood,
turning the dark of day to sunlit pride,
to see frail windows throw the rainbow wide,
with passages and courts in bloom
and white flowers in the darkest room?

Should I recall the Rational Stars?
I had a tower once, across heavens from here,
with alabaster edges and silver domes.
Raised above the fields and homes,
it flagged my fires, flew my fear.

Oh... take these new lake isles and green green seas;
take these sylvan ponds and soaring trees;
take these desert dunes and sunswept sands,
and pour them through your empty hands.

Lorn swallows, despite his resolve not to show any expression.
"It's sad, isn't it?"
He shakes his head. "I don't know."
"You do know," she insists.
"Why... why did you bring this?"
"Because it's yours now. Because I want you to keep it and read every poem in it."
"It's yours," he insists once more.
"You have to keep it and read from it. At least every few days. Promise me."
"I promise." Lorn nods slowly. "You don't sound like a merchanter lady now."
"Do you think that we're all just one thing? That I can only be a hard trader lady? That you can only be a logical magus?"
"You have to concentrate to be good."
"You... we... have some time for other things." She grins. "Other things besides making love, too."
He looks down at the book, mock-mournfully. "Are you making me choose?"
"Silly man! We have time for both."
Lorn looks at the green-silvered cover, so fresh, and so spotless, and so ancient, and he wonders.


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