Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг)
The Beginner
After He Has Been Extemporising On an Instrument
Not Of His Own Invention
Browning
--The Muse Among the Motors (1900-1930)
Lo! What is this that I make -- sudden, supreme, unrehearsed --
This that my clutch in the crowd pressed at a venture has raised?
Forward and onward I sprang when I thought (as I ought) I reversed,
And a cab like martagon opes and I sit in the wreckage dazed.
And someone is taking my name, and the driver is rending the air
With cries for my blood and my gold, and a snickering news-boy brings
My cap, wheel-pashed from the kerb. I must run her home for repair,
Where she leers with her bonnet awry--flat on the nether springs!
Rudyard Kipling’s other poems:
- Последние из Лёгкой бригады • The Last of the Light Brigade
- Стихи о спортивных играх для «Альманаха двенадцати видов спорта» У. Ни-кольсона, 1898 г. • Verses on Games. To “An Almanack of Twelve Sports” by W. Nicholson, 1898
- The Declaration of London
- Then We Brought the Lances
- «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 11. Alnaschar and the Oxen
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