Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

August

Why should this Negro insolently stride 
Down the red noonday on such noiseless feet? 
Piled in his barrow, tawnier than wheat, 
Lie heaps of smouldering daisies, sombre-eyed, 
Their copper petals shriveled up with pride, 
Hot with a superfluity of heat, 
Like a great brazier borne along the street 
By captive leopards, black and burning pied.

Are there no water-lilies, smooth as cream, 
With long stems dripping crystal? Are there none 
Like those white lilies, luminous and cool, 
Plucked from some hemlock-darkened northern stream 
By fair-haired swimmers, diving where the sun 
Scarce warms the surface of the deepest pool?

1. I Have Believed That I Prefer to Live
2. Children and Dogs Are Subject to My Power
3. Now Am I Orson to Your Valentine
4. Now Shall the Long Homesickness Have an End
5. Would I Might Make Subliminal My Flesh

Dorothy Parker (Дороти Паркер) August ("When my eyes are weeds")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): August (Август)

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