English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Libido. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Libido How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a phantom still, And day your far light swaying down the street. As never fool for love, I starved […]

English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Treasure. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Treasure When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries Behind the gateways of the brain; And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close The rainbow and the rose:– […]

English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Ante Aram. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Ante Aram Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers that are as holy myrrh. Ah, goddess, on thy throne of tears and faint low sighs, Weary at last to […]