Stephen Phillips (Ñòèâåí Ôèëëèïñ)

* * *

BEAUTIFUL lie the dead;
Clear comes each feature;
Satisfied not to be,
Strangely contented.

Like ships, the anchor dropped,
Furled every sail is;
Mirrored with all their masts
In a deep water. 

1. To a Lost Love
2. Orestes
3. The Shirker
4. The Hush
5. Òû ïîñëå ñìåðòè, ìèëàÿ, æèâ¸øü • O Thou Art Put To Many Uses, Sweet!

Ðàñïå÷àòàòü ñòèõîòâîðåíèå (Poem to print)

Êîëè÷åñòâî îáðàùåíèé ê ñòèõîòâîðåíèþ: 655

Ïîñëåäíèå ñòèõîòâîðåíèÿ

Ïîääåðæàòü ñàéò

To English version