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

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

Home

 I came back late and tired last night
   Into my little room,
 To the long chair and the firelight
   And comfortable gloom.

 But as I entered softly in
   I saw a woman there,
 The line of neck and cheek and chin,
   The darkness of her hair,
 The form of one I did not know
   Sitting in my chair.

 I stood a moment fierce and still,
   Watching her neck and hair.
 I made a step to her; and saw
   That there was no one there.

 It was some trick of the firelight
   That made me see her there.
 It was a chance of shade and light
   And the cushion in the chair.

 Oh, all you happy over the earth,
   That night, how could I sleep?
 I lay and watched the lonely gloom;
   And watched the moonlight creep
 From wall to basin, round the room.
   All night I could not sleep.

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. The True Beatitude

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

Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Home (“How brightly glistening in the sun”)

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Home (“I dream again I’m in the lane”)

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