James Agee (Джеймс Эйджи)

On the Word Kingdom

In that kingdom no one cries.
No one doubts, for no one lies.
No son ever dreads his mother,
Nor no brother envies brother.

Families, there like nearby trees
Spring and shelter, and the bees
Groan among the cloudy flowers;
Angels, each a soul devours.

There continually the smile
Of the heart that knows no guile.
There, untroubled, people greet,
Death like an old friend in the street.

1. Summer Evening

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