Кеннет Фиринг. Город забирает женщину

The City Takes A Woman

"Twilights that are deathless 
I walk in my garden, 
Knowing that I die.
The great Iron idols 
Are dark and breathless, 
And stand a little higher 
When I walk straight by.
Flowers of cold light 
Come out in their crowns,
Nodding to me, smiling, 
Far across the sky-
Broad fields of poppies, 
Purple, red, white, 
Blazing on steel vines
Where marble birds cry
Terribly at night. 
Twilights that are deathless, 
With a body that dies,
I walk in my garden 
Higher than the sun.
Beautiful flowers there:
I pick none."