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William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)


In Hospital. 4. Before


Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife.
A little while, and at a leap I storm
The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform,
The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.
The gods are good to me:  I have no wife,
No innocent child, to think of as I near
The fateful minute; nothing all-too dear
Unmans me for my bout of passive strife.
Yet am I tremulous and a trifle sick,
And, face to face with chance, I shrink a little:
My hopes are strong, my will is something weak.
Here comes the basket?  Thank you.  I am ready.
But, gentlemen my porters, life is brittle:
You carry Caesar and his fortunes—steady!



William Ernest Henley's other poems:
  1. Rhymes and Rhythms. 12. Some Starlit Garden Grey with Dew
  2. Echoes. 17. The Sands Are Alive with Sunshine
  3. Rhymes and Rhythms. 10. Midsummer Midnight Skies
  4. Rhymes and Rhythms. 20. The Shadow of Dawn
  5. In Hospital. 3. Interior


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