Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон)
Villanelle of Marguerite’s
"A little, passionately, not at all?" She casts the snowy petals on the air: And what care we how many petals fall! Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall? It is but playing, and she will not care, A little, passionately, not at all! She would not answer us if we should call Across the years: her visions are too fair; And what care we how many petals fall! She knows us not, nor recks if she enthrall With voice and eyes and fashion of her hair, A little, passionately, not at all! Knee-deep she goes in meadow grasses tall, Kissed by the daisies that her fingers tear: And what care we how many petals fall! We pass and go: but she shall not recall What men we were, nor all she made us bear: "A little, passionately, not at all!" And what care we how many petals fall!
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