Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер)

Queen Elizabeth Speaks

My hands were stained with blood, my heart was 
proud and cold,
My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.
So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God,
Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare’s feet have trod.

1. Alarm Clocks
2. As Winds That Blow against a Star
3. Delicatessen
4. Lionel Johnson
5. To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1760

Последние стихотворения

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