Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер)

Queen Elizabeth Speaks

My hands were stained with blood, my heart was 
proud and cold,
My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.
So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God,
Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare’s feet have trod.

1. Mount Houvenkopf
2. The Apartment House
3. Poets
4. Kings
5. The Fourth Shepherd

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