«now – in spite of everything – England…»
It breathed of England - and the Sea –
And courage - stern and stiff –
-I laugh at newly coming grief,
A cadet on a ship.
Amid the craziness of storm,
In private with the God,
I’m overwhelmed with monkey waves,
I dance upon the foam.
These hands are stubborn as a rope -
Got used to a salty span;
This heart is beating with a grit -
Not all end up in bed.
And thus, inhaling all the cold
And starless murkiness -
O’er yawning fathomless abyss
I laugh ! – my lashes press.
27 April 1920
vip15/06/2020
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Пахнуло Англией - и морем...