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English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Brook. Эдвард Томас.






Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

The Brook

Seated once by a brook, watching a child
Chiefly that paddled, I was thus beguiled.
Mellow the blackbird sang and sharp the thrush
Not far off in oak and hazel brush,
Unseen. There was a scent like honeycomb
From mugwort dull. And down upon the dome
Of the stone the cart-horse kicks against so oft
A butterfly alighted. From aloft
He took the heat of the sun, and from below.
On the hot stone he perched contented so,
As if never a cart would pass again
That way; as if I were the last of men
And he the first of insects to have earth
And sun together and to know their worth.
I was divided between him and the gleam,
The motion, and the voices, of the stream,
The waters running frizzled over gravel,
That never vanish and for ever travel.
A grey flycatcher silent on a fence
And I sat as if we had been there since
The horseman and the horse lying beneath
The fir-tree-covered barrow on the heath,
The horseman and the horse with silver shoes,
Galloped the downs last. All that I could lose
I lost. And then the child's voice raised the dead.
'No one's been here before' was what she said
And what I felt, yet never should have found
A word for, while I gathered sight and sound. 

Edward Thomas’s other poems:

  1. The Huxter
  2. The Cherry Trees
  3. For These
  4. The Long Small Room
  5. The Cuckoo

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

  • Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Brook («I come from haunts of coot and hern»)
  • Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) The Brook («To it the forest tells»)
  • John Tabb (Джон Табб) The Brook («It is the mountain to the sea»)




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