Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

Weeds

White with daisies and red with sorrel
And empty, empty under the sky!—
Life is a quest and love a quarrel—
Here is a place for me to lie.

Daisies spring from damned seeds,
And this red fire that here I see
Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,
Cursed by farmers thriftily.

But here, unhated for an hour,
The sorrel runs in ragged flame,
The daisy stands, a bastard flower,
Like flowers that bear an honest name.

And here a while, where no wind brings
The baying of a pack athirst,
May sleep the sleep of blessed things,
The blood too bright, the brow accurst.

1. Three Songs from the Lamp and the Bell
2. The Dragonfly
3. Four Sonnets
4. My Heart, Being Hungry
5. Autumn Chant

William Carruth (Уильям Каррут) Weeds ("Poor, homely, unloved things beside the way")

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