English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Resurrection Song. Томас Беддоус.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус)

Resurrection Song

Thread the nerves through the right holes;
Get out of my bones, you wormy souls.
Shut up my stomach, the ribs are full;
Muscles be steady and ready to pull.
Heart and artery merrily shake,
And eyelid go up, for we're going to wake. -
His eye must be brighter -one more rub!
And pull up the nostrils! his nose was a snub.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes’s other poems:

1. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty
2. Song from Torrismond
3. Song of the Stygian Naiades
4. Song from the Second Brother
5. The Rosy Hour

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