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Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт)


November


Above the lifeless pools the mist films swim,
On the lowlands where sedges chaff and nod;
The withered fringes of the golden-rod
Hang frayed and formless at the quarry’s rim.
Filled with the wine of sunset to the brim,
These limestone pits are cups for the night god,
Set for his lips when he strays hither, shod
With shadows, all the stars following him.
And as gloom grows and deepens like a psalm,
This broken field which summer has passed by
Has caught the ultimate lethean calm,
The fabulous quiet of far Thessaly,
And though the land has lost the bloom and balm,
Nature is all content in liberty.



Duncan Campbell Scott's other poems:
  1. Off the Isle Aux Coudres
  2. In the Country Churchyard
  3. The Voice and the Dusk
  4. The Fifteenth of April
  5. The River Town


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • John Clare (Джон Клэр) November ("The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon")
  • Hartley Coleridge (Хартли Кольридж) November ("THE mellow year is hasting to its close")
  • Robert Binyon (Роберт Биньон) November ("Together we laughed and talked in the warm--lit room")
  • William Cartwright (Вильям Картрайт) November ("Thou Sun that shed'st the Dayes, looke downe and see")
  • William Bryant (Уильям Брайант) November ("Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!")
  • John Payne (Джон Пейн) November ("THE tale of wake is told; the stage is bare")
  • Frederick Tuckerman (Фредерик Такерман) November ("Oh! who is there of us that has not felt")

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