Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

How at Once

How at once should I know,
When stretched in the harvest blue
I saw the swift's black bow,
That I would not have that view
Another day
Until next May
Again it is due?

The same year after year -
But with the swift alone.
With other things I but fear
That they will be over and done
Suddenly
And I only see
Them to know them gone. 

1. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)
2. Haymaking
3. The Long Small Room
4. Gone, Gone Again
5. The Lane

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1150

Последние стихотворения

To English version