Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

Head and Bottle

THE downs will lose the sun, white alyssum
Lose the bees' hum;
But head and bottle tilted back in the cart
Will never part
Till I am cold as midnight and all my hours
Are beeless flowers.
He neither sees, nor hears, nor smells, nor thinks,
But only drinks,
Quiet in the yard where tree trunks do not lie
More quietly.

1. Women He Liked
2. Swedes
3. When We Two Walked
4. Some Eyes Condemn
5. Tears

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