15 лет

Jan 27, 2011 20:44

Derek Walcott:

We were by the pool in a friend s house in St. Croix
and Joseph and I were talking he stopped the talk,
on this visit I had hoped that the would enjoy,
to point out, with a gasp, not still or stalking
but fixed in the great fruit tree, a sigh that shook him
"like something out of Bosch", he said. The huge bird was
suddenly there, perhaps the same one that took him,
a sepuchral egret or heron, the unutterable word was
always with us, like Eumaeus, a third companion
and what go him, who loved snow, what brought it on
was what that the bird was such a spectral white.
Now when at noon or evening on the lawn
the egret soar together in noiseless flight
or tack, like a regatta, the sea-green grass,
they are seraphic soul, as Joseph was.
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