Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо)

Smoke

Light-winged smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the Gods to pardon this clear flame.

Henry Thoreau’s other poems:

  1. Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop
  2. What’s the Railroad to Me?
  3. On Fields Oer Which the Reaper’s Hand Has Passd
  4. The Moon
  5. Indeed Indeed, I Cannot Tell

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

  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Smoke (“Last summer, lazing by the sea”)

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