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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Boy’s Dream Provincial town-boy he, – frail, lame, His face a waning lily-white, A court the home of his wry, wrenched frame, Where noontide shed no warmth or light. Over his temples – flat, and wan, Where bluest veins were patterned keen, The skin appeared so thinly drawn The skull beneath was almost seen. Always a wishful, absent look Expressed it in his face and eye; At the strong shape this longing took One guessed what wish must underlie. But no. That wish was not for strength, For other boys’ agility, To race with ease the field’s far length, Now hopped across so painfully. He minded not his lameness much, To shine at feats he did not long, Nor to be best at goal and touch, Nor at assaults to stand up strong. But sometimes he would let be known What the wish was: – to have, next spring, A real green linnet – his very own – Like that one he had late heard sing. And as he breathed the cherished dream To those whose secrecy was sworn, His face was beautified by the theme, And wore the radiance of the morn. Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1475 |
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