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Слушать(AI)I am the Great Sun
From a Normandy crucifix of 1632I am the great sun, but you do not see me, I am your husband, but you turn away.
I am the captive, but you do not free me, I am the captain but you will not obey.
I am the truth, but you will not believe me, I am the city where you will not stay.
I am your wife, your child, but you will leave me, I am that God to whom you will not pray.
I am your counsel, but you will not hear me, I am your lover whom you will betray.
I am the victor, but you do not cheer me, I am the holy dove whom you will slay.
I am your life, but if you will not name me, Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me.
Charles Causley
Charles Stanley Causley (24 August 1917 – 4 November 2003) was a Cornish poet, schoolmaster and writer. His work is often noted for its simplici
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