Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

* * *

Fast rode the knight
With spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword,
”To save my lady!”
Fast rode the knIght,
And leaped from saddle to war.
Men of steel flickered and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight’s good banner
Still waved on a castle wall.
.     .     .     .     .
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
A horse
Dead at foot of castle wall.

1. A spirit sped
2. On the horizon the peaks assembled
3. Walking in the sky
4. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
5. The ocean said to me once

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1680

Последние стихотворения

To English version