English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Climbing. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

Climbing

High up in the apple tree climbing I go,
With the sky above me, the earth below.
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair
Which leads to the town I see shining up there.
Climbing, climbing, higher and higher,
The branches blow and I see a spire,
The gleam of a turret, the glint of a dome,
All sparkling and bright, like white sea foam.
On and on, from bough to bough,
The leaves are thick, but I push my way through;
Before, I have always had to stop,
But to-day I am sure I shall reach the top.
Today to the end of the marvelous stair,
Where those glittering pinacles flash in the air!
Climbing, climbing, higher I go,
With the sky close above me, the earth far below.

Amy Lowell’s other poems:

1. The Fool Errant
2. The Cyclists
3. The Paper Windmill
4. Francis II, King of Naples
5. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins

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

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Climbing (“Who climbs the mountain does not always climb”)

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