Коллеги, всем как обычно похў, но под катом внезапно найденные мной сегодня очень хорошие стихи совершенно неизвестного мне раньше автора. Я наткнулся на них, перелистывая с утра привезённую мне сегодня антологию, за которую огромное спасибо они знают кому.
The Priory of St. Saviour, Glendalough
by Donald DavieA carving on the jamb of an embrasure, ‘Two birds affronted with a human head Between their beaks’ is said to be ‘Uncertain in its significance but A widely known design.’ I'm not surprised. For the guidebook cheats: the green road it advises In fact misled; and a ring of trees Screened in the end the level knoll on which St. Saviour's, like a ruin on a raft, Surged through the silence. I burst through brambles, apprehensively Crossed an enormous meadow. I was there. Could holy ground be such a foreign place? I climbed the wall, and shivered. There flew out Two birds affronted by my human face.