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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: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1377 |
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