In Memoriam

Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June.The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.…

Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothing To one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man, The hoar green feathery herb, almost a tree, Growing with rosemary and lavender.…

Одни зовут мальчишеской любовью, другие – стариком траву забвенья, полынь-траву... Как деревце, она растёт меж розмарином и лавандой,…

The rain of a night and a day and a night Stops at the light Of this pale choked day. The peering sun Sees what has been done.…

All day and night, save winter, every weather, Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the cross-roads talk together Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top.Out of the blacksmith's cavern comes the ringing…

Еще тепло и в доме и снаружи, Еще листва не падает с вершин, Но шорох ливня и дыханье стужи Я различаю в шелесте осин.В деревне – шум, народ делами занят:…

Пылает над дорогою закат, И холод пробирает до кости. Я так замерз и был, конечно, рад, Когда трактир увидел на пути.Я взял вина, согрелся у огня…

But these things also are Spring's - On banks by the roadside the grass Long-dead that is greyer now Than all the Winter it was;The shell of a little snail bleached…