Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

* * *

The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top

Blood -- blood and torn grass --
Had marked the rise of his agony --
This lone hunter.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the threshing of his limbs.

A canoe with flashing paddle,
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: ”John!”
.    .    .    .    .
Come, arise, hunter!
Can you not hear?

The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.

1. Love walked alone
2. To the maiden
3. If there is a witness to my little life
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. Tell brave deeds of war

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1666

Последние стихотворения

To English version