English Poetry. John Keats. On Seeing the Elgin Marbles. Джон Китс.

John Keats (Джон Китс)

On Seeing the Elgin Marbles

My spirit is too weak--mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship, tells me I must die
Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.
Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep,
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an undescribable feud;
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old Time--with a billowy main--
A sun--a shadow of a magnitude.

John Keats’s other poems:

1. Вступление к поэме. Опыт • Specimen of Induction to a Poem
2. Калидор • Calidore
3. Строитель замка • The Castle Builder
4. Поэт • The Poet
5. «Ах, живи ты в век старинный…» • To (“Hadst Thou Liv’d in Days of Old…”)

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