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William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)


Before


Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife.
A little while, and at a leap I storm
The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform,
The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.
The gods are good to me:  I have no wife,
No innocent child, to think of as I near
The fateful minute; nothing all-too dear
Unmans me for my bout of passive strife.
Yet am I tremulous and a trifle sick,
And, face to face with chance, I shrink a little:
My hopes are strong, my will is something weak.
Here comes the basket?  Thank you.  I am ready.
But, gentlemen my porters, life is brittle:
You carry Caesar and his fortunes—steady!



William Ernest Henley's other poems:
  1. London Types: Bus Driver
  2. In Rotten Row
  3. The Ways of Death Are Soothing and Serene
  4. A Wink from Hesper
  5. There's a Regret


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Before ("Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far")

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