Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

Straw in the Street

STRAW in the street where I pass to-day
Dulls the sound of the wheels and feet.
'Tis for a failing life, they lay
                Straw in the street.

Here, where the pulses of London beat,
Someone strives with the presence, grey;
Ah, is it victory or defeat?

The hurrying people go their way,
Pause and jostle and pass and greet;
For life, for death, are they treading, say,
                Straw in the street? 

1. To a Dead Poet
2. A London Plane-Tree
3. In the Mile End Road
4. To Clementina Black
5. Translated from Geibel

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