Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер)

Thirty Sonnets. 4. Sonnet 4. Up at his attic sill the South wind came

Up at his attic sill the South wind came
And days of sun and storm but never peace.
Along the town's tumultuous arteries
He heard the heart-throbs of a sentient frame:
Each night the whistles in the bay, the same
Whirl of incessant wheels and clanging cars:
For smoke that half obscured, the circling stars
Burnt like his youth with but a sickly flame.
Up to his attic came the city cries --
The throes with which her iron sinews heave --
And yet forever behind prison doors
Welled in his heart and trembled in his eyes
The light that hangs on desert hills at eve
And tints the sea on solitary shores...

1. Thirty Sonnets. 10. Sonnet 10. A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued
2. Thirty Sonnets. 12. Sonnet 12. Like as a dryad, from her native bole
3. Sonnet 7. There have been times when I could storm and plead
4. Thirty Sonnets. 13. Sonnet 13. I fancied, while you stood conversing there
5. Thirty Sonnets. 26. The Old Lowe House, Staten Island

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