Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

Poppies

She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.
In a loose white gown she walks
         and a new child tugs at cords in her body.
Her head to the west at evening when the dew is creeping,
A shudder of gladness runs in her bones and torsal fiber:
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.

1. Парковые руины • Follies
2. Молитвы после мировой войны • Prayers after World War
3. A Father to His Son
4. Ready to Kill
5. A Sphinx

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