English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Stars. Джойс Килмер.

Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер)

Stars

(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)

Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
Are you errant strands of Lady Mary’s hair?
As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through,
Do you fall across her cheeks and over heaven too?
Gay stars, little stars, you are little eyes,
Eyes of baby angels playing in the skies.
Now and then a winged child turns his merry face
Down toward the spinning world -- what a funny place!
Jesus Christ came from the Cross (Christ receive my soul!)
In each perfect hand and foot there was a bloody hole.
Four great iron spikes there were, red and never dry,
Michael plucked them from the Cross and set them in the sky.
Christ’s Troop, Mary’s Guard, God’s own men,
Draw your swords and strike at Hell and strike again.
Every steel-born spark that flies where God’s battles are,
Flashes past the face of God, and is a star.

Joyce Kilmer’s other poems:

1. The Robe of Christ
2. Madness
3. St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars
4. Multiplication
5. The Snowman in the Yard

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

Emily Brontë (Эмили Бронте) Stars (“Ah! why, because the dazzling sun”)

Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) Stars (“How pretty is each little star”)

Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Stars (“Most merciful God”)

Robert Frost (Роберт Фрост) Stars (“How countlessly they congregate”)

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