Aldous Huxley (Олдос Хаксли)

The Flowers

Day after day,
At spring’s return,
I watch my flowers, how they burn
Their lives away.

The candle crocus
And daffodil gold
Drink fire of the sunshine--
Quickly cold.

And the proud tulip--
How red he glows!--
Is quenched ere summer
Can kindle the rose.

Purple as the innermost
Core of a sinking flame,
Deep in the leaves the violets smoulder
To the dust whence they came.

Day after day
At spring’s return,
I watch my flowers, how they burn
Their lives away,
Day after day....

1. Minoan Porcelain
2. In Uncertainty to a Lady
3. Revelation
4. The Elms
5. Summer Stillness

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Flowers ("Buy my English posies!")

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