Стихи и рассказы из категории west

They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,
The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best:
For love they faced the wilderness -the Women...

Land of the willful gospel, thou worst and thou best;
Tall Adam of lands, new-made of the dust of the West;
Thou wroughtest alone in the Garden of God,
Till He fashioned lithe Freedom to lie for thine Eve on thy breast — Till out of...

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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

By the dry road the fathers cough and spit,
This is their room
They are the ones who hung That bloody sun upon the southern wall And crushed the armored beetle to the floor
The father’s skin is seamed and dry, the map Of that wild r...

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills
And April's in the west wind, and daffodils

NG west, from California's shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western Sea—the circ...