Чудище хоботистое не видели?
... но это тоже про снукер :)

Это стихотворение размещено на одном из зданий в Шеффилде - на пути от вокзала к центру города, огромные такие буквы во всю стену. Несколько раз во флаффчиках ВВС его показывали.

O travellers from somewhere else to here
Rising from Sheffield Station and Sheaf Square
To wander through the labyrinths of air,

Pause now, and let the sight of this sheer cliff
Become a priming-place which lifts you off
To speculate
What if..?
What if..?
What if..?

Cloud shadows drag their hands across the white;
Rain prints the sudden darkness of its weight;
Sun falls and leaves the bleaching evidence of light.

Your thoughts are like this too: as fixed as words
Set down to decorate a blank facade
And yet, as words are too, all soon transferred

To greet and understand what lies ahead -
The city where your dreamling is re-paid,
The lives which wait unseen as yet, unread.

(с) Andrew Motion

@темы: Книги, По ходу жизни, Снукер