Знаете ли вы поэтов английских, которые в своих стихах использовали много слов, обозначающих цвета в разных смыслах?

William Blake

“The Sick Rose”

"(...)Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.(..)"

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“The Garden Of Love”

"I went to the Garden of Love.

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green."

R. Kipling:

"... open sea

That was lapping just below me

Smooth as silver, white as snow..."

R. Aldington:

"Let the sea beat its thin torn hands...

In a sharp fury

With white salt tears"

Eliot T.S.:

"Huge sea-wood fed with copper...

Burnedgreenandorange"

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"Footfalls echo in the memory

Down the passage which we did not take

Towards the door we never opened into the rosy garden"

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"The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes".

Masefield J:

"Grey were eyes...

Golden was her hair like the wild bee's honey "

Graves R.:

“Whose broad high brow was white as any leper’s

Whose eyes were blue, with rowan-berry lips,

With hair curled honey-coloured to white hips.”

Grigson G.:

"Yes, in the first six days in May

In a warm wind yellow-green

Novel beech leaves move and way,

Thin blue between.

May even has a falling down...

The new leaves fall. Turn red-brown,

I see the hard path-sides pale grey ground."

Moore M.:

"Spenser's Ireland

has not altered

a place as kind as it is green,

the greenest place I've never seen."