Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер)

Queen Elizabeth Speaks

My hands were stained with blood, my heart was 
proud and cold,
My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.
So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God,
Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare’s feet have trod.

1. The Cathedral of Rheims
2. Lionel Johnson
3. Multiplication
4. To Certain Poets
5. Mount Houvenkopf

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1137

Последние стихотворения

To English version