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Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)


Clouds


Down the blue night the unending columns press
In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,
Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow
Up to the white moon's hidden loveliness.
Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless,
And turn with profound gesture vague and slow,
As who would pray good for the world, but know
Their benediction empty as they bless.

They say that the Dead die not, but remain
Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth.
I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these,
In wise majestic melancholy train,
And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas,
And men, coming and going on the earth. 



Rupert Chawner Brooke's other poems:
  1. Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
  2. He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her
  3. Sometimes Even Now I May
  4. Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body
  5. Dining-Room Tea


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

  • Christina Rossetti (Кристина Россетти) Clouds ("White sheep, white sheep")
  • Charles Heavysege (Чарльз Хевиседж) Clouds ("Hushed in a calm beyond mine utterance")
  • Dora Shorter (Дора Шортер) Clouds ("Laughter and song for my cheer")

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