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Название: The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence

Автор: D. H. Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ my darling, between your breasts.

       Take them away from their venture, before fate

       wrests

       The meaning out of them.

      Everlasting Flowers

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      WHO do you think stands watching

       The snow-tops shining rosy

       In heaven, now that the darkness

       Takes all but the tallest posy?

       Who then sees the two-winged

       Boat down there, all alone

       And asleep on the snow's last shadow,

       Like a moth on a stone?

       The olive-leaves, light as gad-flies,

       Have all gone dark, gone black.

       And now in the dark my soul to you

       Turns back.

       To you, my little darling,

       To you, out of Italy.

       For what is loveliness, my love,

       Save you have it with me!

       So, there's an oxen wagon

       Comes darkly into sight:

       A man with a lantern, swinging

       A little light.

       What does he see, my darling

       Here by the darkened lake?

       Here, in the sloping shadow

       The mountains make?

       He says not a word, but passes,

       Staring at what he sees.

       What ghost of us both do you think he saw

       Under the olive trees?

       All the things that are lovely—

       The things you never knew—

       I wanted to gather them one by one

       And bring them to you.

       But never now, my darling

       Can I gather the mountain-tips

       From the twilight like half-shut lilies

       To hold to your lips.

       And never the two-winged vessel

       That sleeps below on the lake

       Can I catch like a moth between my hands

       For you to take.

       But hush, I am not regretting:

       It is far more perfect now.

       I'll whisper the ghostly truth to the world

       And tell them how

       I know you here in the darkness,

       How you sit in the throne of my eyes

       At peace, and look out of the windows

       In glad surprise.

      The North Country

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      IN another country, black poplars shake them-

       selves over a pond,

       And rooks and the rising smoke-waves scatter and

       wheel from the works beyond;

       The air is dark with north and with sulphur, the

       grass is a darker green,

       And people darkly invested with purple move

       palpable through the scene.

       Soundlessly down across the counties, out of the

       resonant gloom

       That wraps the north in stupor and purple travels

       the deep, slow boom

       Of the man-life north-imprisoned, shut in the hum

       of the purpled steel

       As it spins to sleep on its motion, drugged dense in

       the sleep of the wheel.

       Out of the sleep, from the gloom of motion, sound-

       lessly, somnambule

       Moans and booms the soul of a people imprisoned,

       asleep in the rule

       Of the strong machine that runs mesmeric, booming

       the spell of its word

       Upon them and moving them helpless, mechanic,

       their will to its will deferred.

       Yet all the while comes the droning inaudible, out

       of the violet air,

       The moaning of sleep-bound beings in travail that

       toil and are will-less there

       In the spell-bound north, convulsive now with a

       dream near morning, strong

       With violent achings heaving to burst the sleep

       that is now not long.

      Bitterness Of Death

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       I

      AH, stern, cold man,

       How can you lie so relentless hard

       While I wash you with weeping water!

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