English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The End. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

The End

Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain
I hear your words in mournful cadence toll
Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul
Of sundering darkness.  Unrelenting, fain
To batter down resistance, fall again
Stroke after stroke, insistent diastole,
The bitter blows of truth, until the whole
Is hammered into fact made strangely plain.
Where shall I look for comfort?  Not to you.
Our worlds are drawn apart, our spirit’s suns
Divided, and the light of mine burnt dim.
Now in the haunted twilight I must do
Your will.  I grasp the cup which over-runs,
And with my trembling lips I touch the rim.

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):

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) The End (“After the blast of lightning from the east”)

David Lawrence (Дэвид Лоуренс) The End (“If I could have put you in my heart”)

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