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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