Archibald MacLeish (Арчибальд Маклиш)

Alien

Here in this inland garden
     Unrumorous of surf,
Here where the willows warden
     Only the sunny turf,

Here in the windy weather,
     Here where the lake wind lulls,
Slowly on silver feather
     Drift overhead the gulls.

O heart estranged of grieving
     What is a sea-bird's wing?
What beauty past believing
     Are you remembering?

1. The Lord Chancellor Prepares His Opinion
2. Hunters
3. Hypocrites
4. Chevaux de Bois
5. The Tomb of the Abbess of Tours

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1707

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