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David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс)


Giorno Dei Morti


Along the avenue of cypresses,
All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices
Of linen, go the chanting choristers,
The priests in gold and black, the villagers. . .

And all along the path to the cemetery
The round dark heads of men crowd silently,
And black-scarved faces of womenfolk, wistfully
Watch at the banner of death, and the mystery.

And at the foot of a grave a father stands
With sunken head, and forgotten, folded hands;
And at the foot of a grave a mother kneels
With pale shut face, nor either hears nor feels

The coming of the chanting choristers
Between the avenue of cypresses,
The silence of the many villagers,
The candle-flames beside the surplices. 



David Herbert Lawrence's other poems:
  1. Week-Night Service
  2. Meeting among the Mountains
  3. The Mosquito
  4. Firelight And Nightfall
  5. Birdcage Walk


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