"Bruce Holland Rogers - A Common Night" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rogers Bruce Holland)

perhaps we'll survive."
"We have so far," said Tweedledum.
"Contrariwise," said Tweedledee, "that's not always the best indication." Then he said, "We haven't
asked if you like poetry."
 "Some poetry," Julian said cautiously. "When there's time for it and my mind isn't quite so occupied
with death."
"That's the very time!" said Tweedledum. "What shall we repeat to him? We barely have time for one
before we hit, I think."
"The Tiger and the Engineer is the longest," Tweedledee replied. "If we have time for just one, we
should make it a long one." And he began to recite.
The void was empty as a pail

Containing only air:

Except the air was absent and

The pail, it wasn't there.

How long this lasted none could say

As none was quite aware.

* * *


The absence finally ceased to be,

It simply couldn't last,

When Something suddenly arrived

From nowhere with no past.

No one was there to measure it,

But it was Something vast.

* * *


The stars bunched into galaxies,

The land cooled and congealed;

The sun shone bright and tartly

Like a lemon that's been peeled,

When two came walking close at hand