Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Aftermath

WHEN the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
    And the dry leaves strew the path; 
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
    And gather in the aftermath.

Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
    Not the upland clover bloom; 
But the rowan mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
    In the silence and the gloom.

1. The Occultation of Orion
2. To an Old Danish Song-Book
3. The Bridge
4. President Garfield
5. Burial of the Minnisink

Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат) Aftermath ("Compelled by calamity's magnet")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1905

Последние стихотворения

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