Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

The Eagle

                            1

It was one of those clear, sharp.mustless days
            That summer and man delight in. 
Never had Heaven seemed quite so high,
Never had earth seemed quite so green,
Never had the world seemed quite so clean
Or sky so nigh.
            And I heard the Deity's voice in 
                The sun's warm rays, 
            And the white cloud's intricate maze, 
And the blue sky's beautiful sheen. 

                            2

I looked to the heavens and saw him there,--
            A black speck downward drifting, 
Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed,
Nearer and nearer he slid through space,
In an unending aerial race,
           This sailor who hailed 
           From the Clime of the Clouds.--Ever shifting, 
                On billows of air 
            And the blue sky seemed never so fair, 
And the rest of the world kept pace. 

                            3

On the white of his head the sun flashed bright;
            And he battled the wind with wide pinions, 
Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud,
Clearer and clearer he came into view,--
Bigger and blacker against the blue.
            Then a dragon of cloud 
            Gathering all its minions 
                Rushed to the fight, 
            And swallowed him up in a bite; 
And the sky lay empty clear through.

                            4

Long I watched.   And at last afar
            Caught sight of a speck in the vastness; 
Ever smaller,ever decreasing,
Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day;
            Finally ceasing. 
            So into Heaven's vast fastness 
               Vanished that bar 
Of black,as a fluttering star
Goes out while still on its way.

                            5

So I lost him.   But I shall always see
            In my mind
The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free;
The vista's sky,and the white cloud trailing,
            Trailing behind,-- 
And below the young earth's summer-green arbors,
And on high the eagle,--sailing,sailing
            Into far skies and unknown harbors

1. Buffalo Bill's
2. the bigness of cannon
3. Spring is like a perhaps hand
4. when serpents bargain
5. pity this busy monster, manunkind

Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Eagle ("He clasps the crag with crooked hands")

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