Shapes of Clay. Ambrose Bierce
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Название: Shapes of Clay

Автор: Ambrose Bierce

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СКАЧАТЬ to those who since my first censure of them have passed away. To one having only a reader's interest in the matter it may easily seem that the verses relating to those might properly have been omitted from this collection. But if these pieces, or indeed, if any considerable part of my work in literature, have the intrinsic worth which by this attempt to preserve some of it I have assumed, their permanent suppression is impossible, and it is only a question of when and by whom they will be republished. Some one will surely search them out and put them in circulation.

      "I conceive it the right of an author to have his fugitive work collected in his lifetime; and this seems to me especially true of one whose work, necessarily engendering animosities, is peculiarly exposed to challenge as unjust. That is a charge that can best be examined before time has effaced the evidence. For the death of a man of whom I have written what I may venture to think worthy to live I am no way responsible; and however sincerely I may regret it, I can hardly consent that it shall affect my literary fortunes. If the satirist who does not accept the remarkable doctrine that, while condemning the sin he should spare the sinner, were bound to let the life of his work be coterminous with that of his subject his were a lot of peculiar hardship.

      "Persuaded of the validity of all this I have not hesitated to reprint even certain 'epitaphs' which, once of the living, are now of the dead, as all the others must eventually be. The objection inheres in all forms of applied satire—my understanding of whose laws and liberties is at least derived from reverent study of the masters. That in respect of matters herein mentioned I have but followed their practice can be shown by abundant instance and example."

      In arranging these verses for publication I have thought it needless to classify them according to character, as "Serious," "Comic," "Sentimental," "Satirical," and so forth. I do the reader the honor to think that he will readily discern the nature of what he is reading; and I entertain the hope that his mood will accommodate itself without disappointment to that of his author.

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      I.

      I know not if it was a dream. I viewed

       A city where the restless multitude,

       Between the eastern and the western deep

       Had roared gigantic fabrics, strong and rude.

       Colossal palaces crowned every height;

       Towers from valleys climbed into the light;

       O'er dwellings at their feet, great golden domes

       Hung in the blue, barbarically bright.

       But now, new-glimmering to-east, the day

       Touched the black masses with a grace of gray,

       Dim spires of temples to the nation's God

       Studding high spaces of the wide survey.

       Well did the roofs their solemn secret keep

       Of life and death stayed by the truce of sleep,

       Yet whispered of an hour-when sleepers wake,

       The fool to hope afresh, the wise to weep.

       The gardens greened upon the builded hills

       Above the tethered thunders of the mills

       With sleeping wheels unstirred to service yet

       By the tamed torrents and the quickened rills.

       A hewn acclivity, reprieved a space,

       Looked on the builder's blocks about his base

       And bared his wounded breast in sign to say:

       "Strike! 't is my destiny to lodge your race.

       "'T was but a breath ago the mammoth browsed

       Upon my slopes, and in my caves I housed

       Your shaggy fathers in their nakedness,

       While on their foeman's offal they caroused."

       Ships from afar afforested the bay.

       Within their huge and chambered bodies lay

       The wealth of continents; and merrily sailed

       The hardy argosies to far Cathay.

       Beside the city of the living spread—

       Strange fellowship!—the city of the dead;

       And much I wondered what its humble folk,

       To see how bravely they were housed, had said.

       Noting how firm their habitations stood,

       Broad-based and free of perishable wood—

       How deep in granite and how high in brass

       The names were wrought of eminent and good,

       I said: "When gold or power is their aim,

       The smile of beauty or the wage of shame,

       Men dwell in cities; to this place they fare

       When they would conquer an abiding fame."

       From the red East the sun—a solemn rite—

       Crowned with a flame the cross upon a height

       Above the dead; and then with all his strength

       Struck the great city all aroar with light!

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      I know not if it was a dream. I came

       Unto a land where something seemed the same

       That I had known as 't were but yesterday,

       But what it was I could not rightly name.

       It was a strange and melancholy land.

       Silent and desolate. On either hand

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