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Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)


Success


I think if you had loved me when I wanted;
If I'd looked up one day, and seen your eyes,
And found my wild sick blasphemous prayer granted,
And your brown face, that's full of pity and wise,
Flushed suddenly; the white godhead in new fear
Intolerably so struggling, and so shamed;
Most holy and far, if you'd come all too near,
If earth had seen Earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed,
Shaken, and trapped, and shivering, for MY touch --
Myself should I have slain? or that foul you?
But this the strange gods, who had given so much,
To have seen and known you, this they might not do.
One last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken;
And I'm alone; and you have not awoken. 



Rupert Chawner Brooke's other poems:
  1. He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her
  2. Sometimes Even Now I May
  3. Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
  4. Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body
  5. Dining-Room Tea


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

  • Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) Success ("You ask me what I call Success")
  • Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Success ("OFT have I brooded on defeat and pain")

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