Рубрики
Poetry Monster

English Poetry. Francis Thompson. At Lord’s. Фрэнсис Томпсон.






Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон)

At Lord’s

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though my own red roses there may blow;
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.
For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast,
And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,
And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host
As the run-stealers flicker to and fro,
To and fro: -
O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago! 

Francis Thompson’s other poems:

  1. Epilogue to the Poet’s Sitter
  2. The Child-Woman
  3. Poet and Anchorite
  4. The Mirage
  5. To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother’s Verses

1008




To the dedicated English version of this website












Добавить комментарий

This site uses User Verification plugin to reduce spam. See how your comment data is processed.