English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Clouds. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

Clouds

 Down the blue night the unending columns press
   In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,
   Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow
 Up to the white moon's hidden loveliness.
 Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless,
   And turn with profound gesture vague and slow,
   As who would pray good for the world, but know
 Their benediction empty as they bless.

 They say that the Dead die not, but remain
   Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth.
     I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these,
 In wise majestic melancholy train,
     And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas,
   And men, coming and going on the earth.

THE PACIFIC, October 1913

Rupert Chawner Brooke’s other poems:

1. The One Before the Last
2. Song (The way of love was thus)
3. The Way That Lovers Use
4. On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess
5. Fafaia

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

Christina Rossetti (Кристина Россетти) Clouds (“White sheep, white sheep”)

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Clouds (“All through the tepid Summer night”)

Charles Heavysege (Чарльз Хевиседж) Clouds (“Hushed in a calm beyond mine utterance”)

Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) Clouds (“Laughter and song for my cheer”)

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