Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

The Poet

What instinct forces man to journey on,
Urged by a longing blind but dominant!
Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt
His never failing eagerness.  The sun
Setting in splendour every night has won
His vassalage; those towers flamboyant
Of airy cloudland palaces now haunt
His daylight wanderings.  Forever done
With simple joys and quiet happiness
He guards the vision of the sunset sky;
Though faint with weariness he must possess
Some fragment of the sunset’s majesty;
He spurns life’s human friendships to profess
Life’s loneliness of dreaming ecstasy.

1. Miscast II
2. The Promise of the Morning Star
3. Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H.
4. The Road to Avignon
5. On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula

Delmore Schwartz (Делмор Шварц) The Poet ("The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry")

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