Robert Frost «To the Thawing Wind»
To the Thawing Wind Соте with rain, О loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower а dream; Make the settled snowbank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate’er you do tonight, Bathe my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ice will go; Melt the glass and leave the sticks Like а hermit’s crucifix; Burst into my narrow stall; Swing the picture on the wall; Run the rattling pages o’er; Scatter poems on the floor; Turn the poet out of door. Robert Lee Frost (1874 – 1963) Теплому ветру Теплый ветер, прилетай … Читать далее →