Poem Hunter
(22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States)


Poem By Edwin Arlington Robinson

We told of him as one who should have soared
And seen for us the devastating light
Whereof there is not either day or night,
And shared with us the glamour of the Word
That fell once upon Amos to record
For men at ease in Zion, when the sight
Of ills obscured aggrieved him and the might
Of Hamath was a warning of the Lord.

Assured somehow that he would make us wise,
Our pleasure was to wait; and our surprise
Was hard when we confessed the dry return
Of his regret. For we were still to learn
That earth has not a school where we may go
For wisdom, or for more than we may know.

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Урок Казалось: пусть другой кто, а не мы, Оставив нас под кровом мирных чар, Один пойдёт сквозь гибельный пожар, Стирающий различье дня и тьмы. Он не нарушит благость тишины В Емафе, даст нам Слово – Божий дар. И не узнаем горестей и кар, Сиона растомлённые сыны. Как дети, одурманенные сном, Мы думать и не думали о том, Что обожжённый болью и стыдом Лишь боль и стыд вернёт в наш тихий дом. Ведь мир – не школа, в коей на урок Учитель силой тянет лежебок.