Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс)

Inversnaid

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew,
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

1. Harry Ploughman
2. Ribblesdale
3. Barnfloor and Winepress
4. Strike, Churl
5. Repeat That, Repeat

Andrew Symington (Эндрю Симингтон) Inversnaid ("IN little boat we lie")

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