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Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни)


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BE still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
That over Persian roses flew to kiss
The curled lashes of Semiramis.
Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
Provence and Troubadour are merest lies.
The glorious hair of Venice was a beam
Made within Titian's eye. The sunsets seem,
The world is very old and nothing is.
Be still. Thou foolish thing, thou canst not wake,
Nor thy tears wedge thy soldered lids apart,
But patter in the darkness of thy heart.
Thy brain is plagued. Thou art a frighted owl
Blind with the light of life thou'ldst not forsake,
And Error loves and nourishes thy soul.



Trumbull Stickney's other poems:
  1. On Some Shells Found Inland
  2. They Lived Enamoured of the Lovely Moon
  3. Near Helikon
  4. Mnemosyne
  5. Dramatic Fragment


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