Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

* * *

A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,
That lilac is companioned by the gale.
I took some hailstones from the window sill
And swallowed them in a communion feast.
Their transitory joy is mine at least,
The lilac's loveliness escapes me still.
Mine are the storms of spring, but not the sweets.

1. How funny it would be if dreamy I
2. O little year, cram full of duty
3. I bought a red hat
4. Closing Time: Public Library
5. Emmie, Emmie Adams

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1373

Последние стихотворения

To English version