Katharine Lee Bates: Все стихи поэта

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The day was hotter than words can tell,

So hot the jelly-fish wouldn't jell.

The halibut went all to butter,

And the catfish had only force to utter

A faint sea-mew — aye, though some have doubted,

The carp he capered and the horn-pout pouted.

The sardonic sardine had his sly heart's wish

When the angelfish fought with the paradise fish.

Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well,

Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror,

An ancient woe, colossal citadel

Of some fierce faith, some heaven-affronting error.

Rude-built, as if young Titans on this wold

Once played with ponderous blocks a striding giant

Had brought from oversea, till child more bold

Tumbled their temple down with foot defiant.