Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

The Poet

What instinct forces man to journey on,
Urged by a longing blind but dominant!
Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt
His never failing eagerness.  The sun
Setting in splendour every night has won
His vassalage; those towers flamboyant
Of airy cloudland palaces now haunt
His daylight wanderings.  Forever done
With simple joys and quiet happiness
He guards the vision of the sunset sky;
Though faint with weariness he must possess
Some fragment of the sunset’s majesty;
He spurns life’s human friendships to profess
Life’s loneliness of dreaming ecstasy.

1. Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success
2. The Cyclists
3. Lead Soldiers
4. In Answer to a Request
5. On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula

Delmore Schwartz (Делмор Шварц) The Poet ("The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry")

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