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Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар)


The Mystery


  I was not; now I am--a few days hence
  I shall not be; I fain would look before
  And after, but can neither do; some Power
  Or lack of power says "no" to all I would.
  I stand upon a wide and sunless plain,
  Nor chart nor steel to guide my steps aright.
  Whene'er, o'ercoming fear, I dare to move,
  I grope without direction and by chance.
  Some feign to hear a voice and feel a hand
  That draws them ever upward thro' the gloom.
  But I--I hear no voice and touch no hand,
  Tho' oft thro' silence infinite I list,
  And strain my hearing to supernal sounds;
  Tho' oft thro' fateful darkness do I reach,
  And stretch my hand to find that other hand.
  I question of th' eternal bending skies
  That seem to neighbor with the novice earth;
  But they roll on, and daily shut their eyes
  On me, as I one day shall do on them,
  And tell me not the secret that I ask



Paul Laurence Dunbar's other poems:
  1. Song (My heart to thy heart)
  2. Retrospection
  3. Ere Sleep Comes down to Soothe the Weary Eyes
  4. The Path
  5. Ode for Memorial Day


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

  • Gilbert Chesterton (Гилберт Честертон) The Mystery ("If sunset clouds could grow on trees")
  • Edward Sill (Эдвард Силл) The Mystery ("I NEVER know why 't is I love thee so")

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