Look! We Have Come Through!. D. H. Lawrence
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Название: Look! We Have Come Through!

Автор: D. H. Lawrence

Издательство: Bookwire

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СКАЧАТЬ dream is over,

       In one rich drip it sinks to another sleep,

       And sleep thereby is one more dream enrichened.

       If so the Vast, the God, the Sleep that still grows

       richer

       Have said that I, this mote in the body of sleep

       Must in my transiency pass all through pain,

       Must be a dream of grief, must like a crude

       Dull meteorite flash only into light

       When tearing through the anguish of this life,

       Still in full flight extinct, shall I then turn

       Poltroon, and beg the silent, outspread God

       To alter my one speck of doom, when round me

       burns

       The whole great conflagration of all life,

       Lapped like a body close upon a sleep,

       Hiding and covering in the eternal Sleep

       Within the immense and toilsome life-time,

       heaved

       With ache of dreams that body forth the Sleep?

       Shall I, less than the least red grain of flesh

       Within my body, cry out to the dreaming soul

       That slowly labours in a vast travail,

       To halt the heart, divert the streaming flow

       That carries moons along, and spare the stress

       That crushes me to an unseen atom of fire?

       When pain and all

       And grief are but the same last wonder, Sleep

       Rising to dream in me a small keen dream

       Of sudden anguish, sudden over and spent—

       CROYDON

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      IT is Isis the mystery

       Must be in love with me.

       Here this round ball of earth

       Where all the mountains sit

       Solemn in groups,

       And the bright rivers flit

       Round them for girth.

       Here the trees and troops

       Darken the shining grass,

       And many people pass

       Plundered from heaven,

       Many bright people pass,

       Plunder from heaven.

       What of the mistresses

       What the beloved seven?

      —They were but witnesses,

       I was just driven.

       Where is there peace for me?

       Isis the mystery

       Must be in love with me.

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      You, you are all unloving, loveless, you;

       Restless and lonely, shaken by your own moods,

       You are celibate and single, scorning a comrade even,

       Threshing your own passions with no woman for

       the threshing-floor,

       Finishing your dreams for your own sake only,

       Playing your great game around the world, alone,

       Without playmate, or helpmate, having no one to

       cherish,

       No one to comfort, and refusing any comforter.

       Not like the earth, the spouse all full of increase

       Moiled over with the rearing of her many-mouthed

       young;

       You are single, you are fruitless, phosphorescent,

       cold and callous,

       Naked of worship, of love or of adornment,

       Scorning the panacea even of labour,

       Sworn to a high and splendid purposelessness

       Of brooding and delighting in the secret of life's

       goings,

       Sea, only you are free, sophisticated.

       You who toil not, you who spin not,

       Surely but for you and your like, toiling

       Were not worth while, nor spinning worth the

       effort!

       You who take the moon as in a sieve, and sift

       Her flake by flake and spread her meaning out;

       You who roll the stars like jewels in your palm,

       So that they seem to utter themselves aloud;

       You who steep from out the days their colour,

       Reveal the universal tint that dyes

       Their web; who shadow the sun's great gestures

       and expressions

       So that he seems a stranger in his passing;

       Who voice the dumb night fittingly;

       Sea, you shadow of all things, now mock us to

       death with your shadowing.

       BOURNEMOUTH