Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

* * *

And you love me

I love you.

You are, then, cold coward.

Aye; but, beloved,
When I strive to come to you,
Man's opinions, a thousand thickets,
My interwoven existence,
My life,
Caught in the stubble of the world
Like a tender veil --
This stays me.
No strange move can I make
Without noise of tearing
I dare not.

If love loves,
There is no world
Nor word.
All is lost
Save thought of love
And place to dream.
You love me?

I love you.

You are, then, cold coward.

Aye; but, beloved -- 

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
3. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
4. In the night
5. To the maiden

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1118

Последние стихотворения

To English version