English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Mirage. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

Mirage

How is it that, being gone, you fill my days,
And all the long nights are made glad by thee?
No loneliness is this, nor misery,
But great content that these should be the ways
Whereby the Fancy, dreaming as she strays,
Makes bright and present what she would would be.
And who shall say if the reality
Is not with dreams so pregnant.  For delays
And hindrances may bar the wished-for end;
A thousand misconceptions may prevent
Our souls from coming near enough to blend;
Let me but think we have the same intent,
That each one needs to call the other, ”friend!”
It may be vain illusion.  I’m content.

Amy Lowell’s other poems:

1. The Fool Errant
2. The Cyclists
3. The Paper Windmill
4. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
5. The Green Bowl

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

Christina Rossetti (Кристина Россетти) Mirage (“The hope I dreamed of was a dream”)

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Mirage (“When the beautiful mountain ash is turning–“)

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