Claude McKay (Клод Маккей)

Absence

Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool, 
Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. 

Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb, 
Of a fruit-filled lemon tree when the day is young and dim. 

But a silence vasty-deep, oh deeper than all these ties 
Now, through the menacing miles, brooding between us lies. 

And more than the songs I sing, I await your written word, 
To stir my fluent blood as never your presence stirred.

1. Alfonso, Dressing to Wait at Table
2. Spring in New Hampshire
3. Dawn in New York
4. Rest in Peace
5. Winter in the Country

Bessie Parkes (Бесси Паркс) Absence ("I AM not lonely, O my Love")

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