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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * We are getting to the end of visioning The impossible within this universe, Such as that better whiles may follow worse, And that our race may mend by reasoning. We know that even as larks in cages sing Unthoughtful of deliverance from the curse That holds them lifelong in a latticed hearse, We ply spasmodically our pleasuring. And that when nations set them to lay waste Their neighbours' heritage by foot and horse, And hack their pleasant plains in festering seams, They may again, - not warily, or from taste, But tickled mad by some demonic force. - Yes. We are getting to the end of dreams! Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1966 |
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