![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
школа | учеба | люди | партнеры | досуг | фотобанк | форум |
новое сообщение | поиск | статистика | правила | регистрация
A SONG AGAINST CIRCLES
The circle is a thing of cold perfection.
Given the chance, a circle will go far,
But not in any definite direction,
And never more or less than 2pr.
Its impulses are never quite wholehearted.
It starts, but like a traveller illprepared,
It soon comes back again to where it started,
Having enclosed a space for pr^2
R. P. Lister, The New Yorker Magazine, 1961.