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Название: The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence

Автор: D. H. Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ Of the Luminous Ghost.

      Obsequial Ode

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      SURELY you've trodden straight

       To the very door!

       Surely you took your fate

       Faultlessly. Now it's too late

       To say more.

       It is evident you were right,

       That man has a course to go

       A voyage to sail beyond the charted seas.

       You have passed from out of sight

       And my questions blow

       Back from the straight horizon that ends all one sees.

       Now like a vessel in port

       You unlade your riches unto death,

       And glad are the eager dead to receive you there.

       Let the dead sort

       Your cargo out, breath from breath

       Let them disencumber your bounty, let them all share.

       I imagine dead hands are brighter,

       Their fingers in sunset shine

       With jewels of passion once broken through you as a

       prism

       Breaks light into jewels; and dead breasts whiter

       For your wrath; and yes, I opine

       They anoint their brows with your blood, as a perfect

       chrism.

       On your body, the beaten anvil,

       Was hammered out

       That moon-like sword the ascendant dead unsheathe

       Against us; sword that no man will

       Put to rout;

       Sword that severs the question from us who breathe.

       Surely you've trodden straight

       To the very door.

       You have surely achieved your fate;

       And the perfect dead are elate

       To have won once more.

       Now to the dead you are giving

       Your last allegiance.

       But what of us who are living

       And fearful yet of believing

       In your pitiless legions.

      Shades

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      SHALL I tell you, then, how it is?—

       There came a cloven gleam

       Like a tongue of darkened flame

       To flicker in me.

       And so I seem

       To have you still the same

       In one world with me.

       In the flicker of a flower,

       In a worm that is blind, yet strives,

       In a mouse that pauses to listen

       Glimmers our

       Shadow; yet it deprives

       Them none of their glisten.

       In every shaken morsel

       I see our shadow tremble

       As if it rippled from out of us hand in hand.

       As if it were part and parcel,

       One shadow, and we need not dissemble

       Our darkness: do you understand?

       For I have told you plainly how it is.

      Bread Upon The Waters

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      SO you are lost to me!

       Ah you, you ear of corn straight lying,

       What food is this for the darkly flying

       Fowls of the Afterwards!

       White bread afloat on the waters,

       Cast out by the hand that scatters

       Food untowards,

       Will you come back when the tide turns?

       After many days? My heart yearns

       To know.

       Will you return after many days

       To say your say as a traveller says,

       More marvel than woe?

       Drift then, for the sightless birds

       And the fish in shadow-waved herds

       To approach you.

       Drift then, bread cast out;

       Drift, lest I fall in doubt,

       And reproach you.

       For you are lost to me!

      Ruination

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      THE sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist

       That huddles in grey heaps coiling and holding back.

       Like cliffs abutting in shadow a drear grey sea

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