William Empson «To an Old Lady»
То an Old Lady Ripeness is all; her in her cooling planet Revere; do not presume to think her wasted. Project her no projectile, plan nor man it; Gods cool in turn, by the sun long outlasted. Our earth alone given no name of god Gives, too, no hold for such a leap to aid her; Landing, you break some palace and seem odd; Bees sting their need, the keeper’s queen invader. No, to your telescope; spy out the land; Watch while her ritual is still to see, Still stand her temples emptying in the sand Whose waves o’erthrew their … Читать далее →