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Stephen Phillips (Стивен Филлипс)


The Shirker


He moors the skiff within the cooler gloom
Of river-branches, unaware of doom;
Cushioned he lolls, and looks in faces fair,
Nursing with placid hand anointed hair.
It seems he scarcely can uplift the weight
Of summer afternoon, far less of fate.
So the young Briton, sprawling in his strength,
Supports a heavy Sabbath at full length,
Till sinks the sun on more than that sweet river,
Perhaps upon our day goes down for ever.
But though that orb may on an Empire set,
Tomlinson lights another cigarette. 



Stephen Phillips's other poems:
  1. To a Lost Love
  2. Orestes
  3. The Hush
  4. Beautiful Lie The Dead
  5. Ты после смерти, милая, живёшьO Thou Art Put To Many Uses, Sweet!


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