Wystan Hugh Auden (Уистен Хью Оден)

Three Short Poems

"The underground roads
Are, as the dead prefer them,
Always tortuous."

"When he looked the cave in the eye,
Hercules
Had a moment of doubt."

Leaning out over
The dreadful precipice,
One contemptuous tree."

1. Woods
2. Though the Night Is Gone
3. Taller To-Day, We Remember Similar Evenings
4. Thanksgiving for a Habitat
5. We Too Had Known Golden Hours

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