1 мин
Слушать(AI)The Castaways
The vivid grass with visible delight Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth,
The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight Chirping and dancing for the season's birth,
The dandelions and rare daffodils That touch the deep-stirred heart with hands of gold,
The thrushes sending forth their joyous trills,— Not these, not these did I at first behold!
But seated on the benches daubed with green,
The castaways of life, a few asleep,
Some withered women desolate and mean,
And over all, life's shadows dark and deep.
Moaning I turned away, for misery I have the strength to bear but not to see.
Claude McKay
Festus Claudius "Claude" McKay (September 15, 1889[1] – May 22, 1948) was a Jamaican writer and poet, and was a central figure in the Harlem Ren
Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий
Другие работы автора
Homing Swallows
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main, O rain-birds racing merrily away From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain Of wilting plants and fainting flowers, say— When at the noon-hour from the chapel school The children dash and scampe...
The Spanish Needle
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me to-night Shadowed by the spreading mango, Nodding o'er the rippling stream, Tell me, dear plant of my childhood, Do...
Dawn in New York
The Dawn The Dawn The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan's roofs and spires and cheerless domes
Romance
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and quivering your name, And drink the passion burning in your frame; To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek, And tease your m...