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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) An August Midnight I A shaded lamp and a waving blind, And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: On this scene enter – winged, horned, and spined – A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore; While ’mid my page there idly stands A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . . II Thus meet we five, in this still place, At this point of time, at this point in space. – My guests besmear my new-penned line, Or bang at the lamp and fall supine. ‘God’s humblest, they!’ I muse. Yet why? They know Earth-secrets that know not I. Max Gate, 1899 Thomas Hardy's other poems: Темы стихотворения (Poem Themes): Summer (Лето), Midnight (Полночь) Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 2599 |
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