Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

The Starling


”`I can’t get 
out’, said the starling.”
Sterne’s 
`Sentimental Journey’.

Forever the impenetrable wall
Of self confines my poor rebellious soul,
I never see the towering white clouds roll
Before a sturdy wind, save through the small
Barred window of my jail.  I live a thrall
With all my outer life a clipped, square hole,
Rectangular; a fraction of a scroll
Unwound and winding like a worsted ball.
My thoughts are grown uneager and depressed
Through being always mine, my fancy’s wings
Are moulted and the feathers blown away.
I weary for desires never guessed,
For alien passions, strange imaginings,
To be some other person for a day.

Amy Lowell’s other poems:

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

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

  • Robert Buchanan (Роберт Бьюкенен) The Starling (“THE little lame tailor”)

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