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:

  1. Последние из Лёгкой бригадыThe Last of the Light Brigade
  2. 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
  3. The Declaration of London
  4. Then We Brought the Lances
  5. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 11. Alnaschar and the Oxen

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