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English Poetry. John Keats. This Living Hand. Джон Китс.

John Keats (Джон Китс)

This Living Hand

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed - see here it is -
I hold it towards you. 

John Keats’s other poems:

  1. Вступление к поэме. ОпытSpecimen of Induction to a Poem
  2. КалидорCalidore
  3. Строитель замкаThe Castle Builder
  4. ПоэтThe Poet
  5. «Ах, живи ты в век старинный…»To (“Hadst Thou Liv’d in Days of Old…”)

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