Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New

As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,
Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him
Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging.
So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present,
Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.

1. Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H.
2. Reaping
3. Frankincense and Myrrh
4. Red Slippers
5. On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula

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