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John Keats (Джон Китс)


This Living Hand


This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed - see here it is -
I hold it towards you. 



John Keats's other poems:
  1. On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
  2. To Ailsa Rock
  3. Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles’s Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing
  4. Isabella, or, The Pot of Basil
  5. Before He Went to Live with Owls and Bats


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