Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

The Year

I

A storm of white petals,
Buds throwing open baby fists
Into hands of broad flowers.

II

Red roses running upward,
Clambering to the clutches of life
Soaked in crimson.

III

Rabbles of tattered leaves
Holding golden flimsy hopes
Against the tramplings
Into the pits and gullies.

IV

Hoarfrost and silence:
Only the muffling
Of winds dark and lonesome—
Great lullabies to the long sleepers.

1. A Father to His Son
2. Lost
3. Ready to Kill
4. Death Snips Proud Men
5. Jazz Fantasia

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Year ("What can be said in New Year rhymes")

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