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Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)


Dead Men's Love


There was a damned successful Poet;
There was a Woman like the Sun.
And they were dead. They did not know it.
They did not know their time was done.
They did not know his hymns
Were silence; and her limbs,
That had served Love so well,
Dust, and a filthy smell.

And so one day, as ever of old,
Hands out, they hurried, knee to knee;
On fire to cling and kiss and hold
And, in the other's eyes, to see
Each his own tiny face,
And in that long embrace
Feel lip and breast grow warm
To breast and lip and arm.

So knee to knee they sped again,
And laugh to laugh they ran, I'm told,
Across the streets of Hell . . .
And then
They suddenly felt the wind blow cold,
And knew, so closely pressed,
Chill air on lip and breast,
And, with a sick surprise,
The emptiness of eyes. 



Rupert Chawner Brooke's other poems:
  1. He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her
  2. Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body
  3. Sometimes Even Now I May
  4. Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
  5. The Vision of the Archangels


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