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English Poetry. Charlotte Mew. Fame. Шарлотта Мью.


Charlotte Mew (Шарлотта Мью)


Sometimes in the over-heated house, but not for long,
Smirking and speaking rather loud,
I see myself among the crowd,
Where no one fits the singer to his song,
Or sifts the unpainted from the painted faces
Of the people who are always on my stair;
They were not with me when I walked in heavenly places;
But could I spare

In the blind Earth's great silences and spaces,
The din, the scuffle, the long stare
If I went back and it was not there?
Back to the old known things that are the new,
The folded glory of the gorse, the sweetbriar air,
To the larks that cannot praise us, knowing nothing of what we do,
And the divine, wise trees that do not care.
Yet, to leave Fame, still with such eyes and that bright hair!
God! If I might! And before I go hence
Take in her stead
To our tossed bed
One little dream, no matter how small, how wild.
Just now, I think I found it in a field, under a fence -
A frail, dead, new-born lamb, ghostly and pitiful and white
A blot upon the night,
The moon's dropped child.

Charlotte Mew’s other poems:

  1. Monsieur Qui Passe
  2. The Cenotaph
  3. In Nunhead Cemetary
  4. The Forest Road
  5. Ken

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

  • Marjorie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) Fame (“HAVE I played fellowship with night, to see”)
  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Fame (“If I should die, to-day”)

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