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Название: The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence

Автор: D. H. Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ Come and cajole the gawky colt's-foot flowers.

       Come quickly, and vindicate us

       against too much death.

       Come quickly, and stir the rotten globe of the

       world from within,

       burst it with germination, with world anew.

       Come now, to us, your adherents, who cannot

       flower from the ice.

       All the world gleams with the lilies of Death the

       Unconquerable,

       but come, give us our turn.

       Enough of the virgins and lilies, of passionate,

       suffocating perfume of corruption,

       no more narcissus perfume, lily harlots, the blades

       of sensation

       piercing the flesh to blossom of death.

       Have done, have done with this shuddering,

       delicious business

       of thrilling ruin in the flesh, of pungent passion,

       of rare, death-edged ecstasy.

       Give us our turn, give us a chance, let our hour

       strike,

       O soon, soon!

       Let the darkness turn violet with rich dawn.

       Let the darkness be warmed, warmed through to a

       ruddy violet,

       incipient purpling towards summer in the world

       of the heart of man.

       Are the violets already here!

       Show me! I tremble so much to hear it, that even

       now

       on the threshold of spring, I fear I shall die.

       Show me the violets that are out.

       Oh, if it be true, and the living darkness of the

       blood of man is purpling with violets,

       if the violets are coming out from under the rack

       of men, winter-rotten and fallen

       we shall have spring.

       Pray not to die on this Pisgah blossoming with

       violets.

       Pray to live through.

       If you catch a whiff of violets from the darkness of

       the shadow of man

       it will be spring in the world,

       it will be spring in the world of the living;

       wonderment organising itself, heralding itself with

       the violets,

       stirring of new seasons.

       Ah, do not let me die on the brink of such

       anticipation!

       Worse, let me not deceive myself.

       ZENNOR

      Look!

       We

       Have

       Come

       Through!

       D.H. LAWRENCE

      New Poems

       Table of Contents

       Apprehension

       Coming Awake

       From a College Window

       Flapper

       Birdcage Walk

       Letter from Town: The

       Flat Suburbs, S.W., In The

       Thief in the Night

       Letter From Town: On A

       Suburbs on a Hazy Day

       Hyde Park At Night, Before

       Gipsy

       Two-fold

       Under the Oak

       Sigh No More

       Love Storm

       Parliament Hill In The

       Piccadilly Circus At Night

       Tarantella

       In Church

       Piano

       СКАЧАТЬ