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Jones Very (Джонс Вери)


The Jew


Thou art more deadly than the Jew of old,
Thou hast his weapons hidden in thy speech;
And though thy hand from me thou dost withhold,
They pierce where sword and spear could never reach.
Thou hast me fenced about with thorny talk,
To pierce my soul with anguish while I hear;
And while amid thy populous streets I walk,
I feel at every step the entering spear;
Go, cleanse thy lying mouth of all its guile
That from the will within thee ever flows;
Go, cleanse the temple thou dost now defile,
Then shall I cease to feel thy heavy blows;
And come and tread with me the path of peace,
And from thy brother's harm forever cease.



Jones Very's other poems:
  1. Thy Brother's Blood
  2. The Dead
  3. Day
  4. The War
  5. The Light from Within


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Isaac Rosenberg (Айзек Розенберг) The Jew ("Moses, from whose loins I sprung")

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