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Название: The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence

Автор: D. H. Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ The vivid, ah, the fiery surplus of life,

       From off my brimming measure, to fill

       You, and flush you rife

       With increase, do you call it evil, and always evil?

      A Love Song

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      Reject me not if I should say to you

       I do forget the sounding of your voice,

       I do forget your eyes that searching through

       The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.

       Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide

       Under the pallid moonlight's fingering,

       I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide

       My eyes from diligent work, malingering.

       Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw

       The blind to hide the garden, where the moon

       Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw

       Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.

       And I do lift my aching arms to you,

       And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,

       And I do weep for very pain of you,

       And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

       And I do toss through the troubled night for you,

       Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,

       Feeling your strong breast carry me on into

       The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.

      Brother and Sister

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      The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path,

       Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky,

       Draws towards the downward slope; some sorrow

       hath

       Worn her down to the quick, so she faintly fares

       Along her foot-searched way without knowing why

       She creeps persistent down the sky's long stairs.

       Some say they see, though I have never seen,

       The dead moon heaped within the new moon's arms;

       For surely the fragile, fine young thing had been

       Too heavily burdened to mount the heavens so.

       But my heart stands still, as a new, strong dread

       alarms

       Me; might a young girl be heaped with such shadow

       of woe?

       Since Death from the mother moon has pared us

       down to the quick,

       And cast us forth like shorn, thin moons, to travel

       An uncharted way among the myriad thick

       Strewn stars of silent people, and luminous litter

       Of lives which sorrows like mischievous dark mice

       chavel

       To nought, diminishing each star's glitter,

       Since Death has delivered us utterly, naked and

       white,

       Since the month of childhood is over, and we stand

       alone,

       Since the beloved, faded moon that set us alight

       Is delivered from us and pays no heed though we

       moan

       In sorrow, since we stand in bewilderment, strange

       And fearful to sally forth down the sky's long range.

       We may not cry to her still to sustain us here,

       We may not hold her shadow back from the dark.

       Oh, let us here forget, let us take the sheer

       Unknown that lies before us, bearing the ark

       Of the covenant onwards where she cannot go.

       Let us rise and leave her now, she will never know.

      After Many Days

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      I wonder if with you, as it is with me,

       If under your slipping words, that easily flow

       About you as a garment, easily,

       Your violent heart beats to and fro!

       Long have I waited, never once confessed,

       Even to myself, how bitter the separation;

       Now, being come again, how make the best

       Reparation?

       If I could cast this clothing off from me,

       If I could lift my naked self to you,

       Or if only you would repulse me, a wound would be

       Good; it would let the ache come through.

       But that you hold me still so kindly cold

       Aloof my flaming heart will not allow;

       Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold

       Your pleasure now.

      Blue

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