Imaginary Docks
@ImaginaryDocks
Ogni volta che guardo il tuo viso, vedo un giardino in paradiso.
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Mart 2022 tarihinde katıldı
Sonnet 18 by William ShakespeareAşk
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Stephen King, Lovecraft'ın diyalog yazma konusunda oldukça kötü olduğunu ve muhtemelen bunu bildiği için çok az diyalog yazdığını düşünüyor. Bunu Stephen King'in bu şekilde ifade edişini görene kadar fark etmemiştim. Stephen King, aynı zamanda Lovecraft'ın diyalog yazma konusunda ne kadar zayıfsa, kurguda ve kelimelerle bir şeyleri - mekanları, yaratıkları vs. - tasvir etmede o kadar güçlü olduğunu da düşünüyor. Bu hikaye bunu destekler nitelikte. Aslında Lovecraft'ın her hikayesi öyle ancak bu ortalamadan biraz daha güçlü :) Adam yazmış yani zamanında. Biraz daha fazla yazma fırsatı olsaymış keşke.
It was no longer shining out, it was pouring out; and as the shapeless stream of unplaceable colour left the well it seemed to flow directly into the sky.
So the men paused indecisively as the light from the well grew stronger and the hitched horses pawed and whinnied in increasing frenzy. It was truly an awful moment; with terror in that ancient and accursed house itself, four monstrous sets of fragments—two from the house and two from the well—in the woodshed behind, and that shaft of unknown and unholy iridescence from the slimy depths in front. Ammi had restrained the driver on impulse, forgetting how uninjured he himself was after the clammy brushing of that coloured vapour in the attic room, but perhaps it is just as well that he acted as he did. No one will ever know what was abroad that night; and though the blasphemy from beyond had not so far hurt any human of unweakened mind, there is no telling what it might not have done at that last moment, and with its seemingly increased strength and the special signs of purpose it was soon to display beneath the half-clouded moonlit sky.
All at once one of the detectives at the window gave a short, sharp gasp. The others looked at him, and then quickly followed his own gaze upward to the point at which its idle straying had been suddenly arrested. There was no need for words. What had been disputed in country gossip was disputable no longer, and it is because of the thing which every man of that party agreed in whispering later on that the strange days are never talked about in Arkham. It is necessary to premise that there was no wind at that hour of the evening. One did arise not long afterward, but there was absolutely none then. Even the dry tips of the lingering hedge-mustard, grey and blighted, and the fringe on the roof of the standing democrat-wagon were unstirred. And yet amid that tense, godless calm the high bare boughs of all the trees in the yard
