Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Pastel: Masks and Faces

The light of our cigarettes
Went and came in the gloom:
It was dark in the little room.

Dark, and then, in the dark,
Sudden, a flash, a glow,
And a hand and a ring I know.

And then, through the dark, a flush
Ruddy and vague, the grace
(A rose!) of her lyric face.

1. Sponsa Dei
2. Body’s Blood
3. Mater Liliarum
4. In Fountain Court
5. Behind the Scenes: Empire

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1735

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