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. Out of the Window
2. The Alien
3. The Elms
4. Song of Poplars
5. The Reef

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

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