Kenneth Adolphe Slessor (Кеннет Адольф Слессор)

Serenade

THOU moon, like a white Christus hanging
At the sky's cross-roads, I'll court thee not,
Though travellers bend up, and seek thy grace.
Let them go truckle with their gifts and singing,
I'll ask no favours of thy cocker face.
Moonlight's a viand sucked by the world's lovers,
Captains and peasants, all that are young and have luck.
They take the moon. Nobody asked them to.
Let the musicians lout to thee for favours;
Personally, I have other things to do.

1. Five Bells
2. New Magic
3. The Nabob
4. Beach Burial
5. Toilet of a Dandy

Edith Sitwell (Эдит Ситуэлл) Serenade ("The tremulous gold of stars within your hair")

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