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Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок)
October
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
Invades our very noon: the year’s grown old,
Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace.
The vines below have lost their purple grace,
And in Forreze the white wrack backward rolled,
Hangs to the hills tempestuous, fold on fold,
And moaning gusts make desolate all the place.
Mine host the month, at thy good hostelry,
Tired limbs I’ll stretch and steaming beast I’ll tether;
Pile on great logs with Gascon hand and free,
And pour the Gascon stuff that laughs at weather;
Swell your tough lungs, north wind, no whit care we,
Singing old songs and drinking wine together.
Hilaire Belloc’s other poems:
- On Torture: A Public Singer
- Ha’nacker Mill
- On the Little God
- Time Cures All
- Hildebrand
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) October (“The green elm with the one great bough of gold”)
Dinah Craik (Дина Крейк) October (“IT is no joy to me to sit”)
William Bryant (Уильям Брайант) October (“Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!”)
Rose Cooke (Роуз Кук) October (“There comes a time of rest to thee”)
Paul Dunbar (Пол Данбар) October (“OCTOBER is the treasurer of the year”)
Paul Hayne (Пол Хейн) October (“THE passionate Summer’s dead! the sky’s a-glow”)
John Payne (Джон Пейн) October (“OCTOBER, May of the descending days”)
Ellis Butler (Эллис Батлер) October (“The forest holds high carnival to-day”)
Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) October (“Gone are the Spring and Summer from the year”)
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) October (“Beauty has a tarnished dress”)
Robert Frost (Роберт Фрост) October (“O hushed October morning mild”)
Ina Coolbrith (Ина Кулбрит) October (“THE summer-rose is dead”)
Edgar Guest (Эдгар Гест) October (“Days are gettin’ shorter an’ the air a keener snap”)
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