English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Words from the Wind. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Words from the Wind I called to the wind of the Winter, As he sped like a steed on his way, “Oh! rest for awhile on thy journey, And answer these questions, I pray. “Who is the foe to all virtue, Who […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Worthy the Name of Sir Knight. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Worthy the Name of Sir Knight I Sir Knight of the world’s oldest order, Sir Knight of the Army of God, You have crossed the strange mystical border, The ground floor of truth you have trod; You have entered the sanctum sanctorum, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. You Will Forget Me. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) You Will Forget Me You will forget me. The years are so tender, They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep; This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendour Fades from the skies when the sun sinks […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Cricket in the Garden. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Cricket in the Garden Before the aproned nurse arrives, To tell of soap and tub and sponges, My nephew, fierce and ruddy, drives, Disgraceful edges, callous lunges. Twenty auriculas declare The zeal of his peculiar magic, Till every aunt is in despair, And […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Lucky Lads. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Lucky Lads See in bronzing sunshine Twenty-two good fellows, Such as help the world along, Such as Cricket mellows! Health and heartiness and joy Come to them for capture, Lucky lads, plucky lads, Relishing the rapture! Watch the flying fieldsman, Keen to […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Commentator. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Commentator The throstle in the lilac, Not far beyond the Nets, Upon a spray of purple His beak severely whets: He hears the players calling, He wonders what they’re at, As thunder frequent Yorkers Against the stubborn bat. And as the […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Enthusiast. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Enthusiast The Major, till the paper comes, Is by a hundred fidgets shaken; Upon the tablecloth he drums, Condemns the toast, pooh-poohs the bacon: But when at last the boy arrives, Not his to scan the market prices; Though liner sinks or […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Charm. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Charm In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now to know you sleep! Out of the whirling blinding moil, alone, Out of the slow grim fight, One thought to wing […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Two Kings. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Two Kings (Written for W.G. Grace’s Fiftieth Anniversary.) When Arthur and his Table Round Thought lusty thumps the best of sport, Sir, And cups and cuffs, for all but muffs, Were just the code the nobles taught, Sir, Their jests were […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Old Professional. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Old Professional Sixty years since the game begun, Sir, Sixty years since I took the crease! Sixty years in the rain an’ sun, Sir, Death’s been tryin’ to end my lease. Oh, but he’s sent me down some corkers, Given me lots […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Appeal. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Appeal My boy, bethink you ere you fling Upon my heart a cloud of gloom. Pause, pause a moment ere you bring Your father to an early tomb By playing Golf! For if you seek To gravel your astounded sire, Desert the […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Tutor’s Lament. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Tutor’s Lament I refuse to find attractions In the ancient Roman native; I am sick to death of fractions, And of verbs that take the dative: It is mine to be recorder Of a boy’s congested brain, Sir, With the pitch in […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. In a Ruin, after a Thunderstorm. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) In a Ruin, after a Thunderstorm Keep of the Norman, old to flood and cloud! Thou dost reproach me with thy sunset look, That in our common menace, I forsook Hope, the last fear, and stood impartial proud: Almost, almost, while ether […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Two Irish Peasant Songs. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Two Irish Peasant Songs I. IN LEINSTER. I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while. Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile, Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Easter. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Easter April 1, 1888 Lent gathers up her cloak of sombre shading In her reluctant hands. Her beauty heightens, fairest in its fading, As pensively she stands Awaiting Easter’s benediction falling, Like silver stars at night, Before she can obey the […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Canadian Born. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Canadian Born We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God; We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood: And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag That we were born in Canada […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Beyond the Blue. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Beyond the Blue I Speak of you, sir? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too sound To go back on a fellow just because he weren’t around. Why, sir, he thought a lot of you, and only three months […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Dawendine. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Dawendine There’s a spirit on the river, there’s a ghost upon the shore, They are chanting, they are singing through the starlight evermore, As they steal amid the silence, And the shadows of the shore. You can hear them when the […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Paralysis. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Paralysis For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, I have; No fool to heave luxurious sighs For the woods and hills that I never knew. The more excellent way’s yet […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Calgary of the Plains. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Calgary of the Plains Not of the seething cities with their swarming human hives, Their fetid airs, their reeking streets, their dwarfed and poisoned lives, Not of the buried yesterdays, but of the days to be, The glory and the gateway of […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. At Sunset. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) At Sunset To-night the west o’er-brims with warmest dyes; Its chalice overflows With pools of purple colouring the skies, Aflood with gold and rose; And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine, As sinks the sun within that world of wine. […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. At Crow’s Nest Pass. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) At Crow’s Nest Pass At Crow’s Nest Pass the mountains rend Themselves apart, the rivers wend A lawless course about their feet, And breaking into torrents beat In useless fury where they blend At Crow’s Nest Pass. The nesting eagle, wise, […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. A Cry from an Indian Wife. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) A Cry from an Indian Wife My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell; We may not meet to-morrow; who can tell What mighty ills befall our little band, Or what you’ll suffer from the white man’s hand? Here is your knife! I […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 36. With All Thy Gifts. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 36. With All Thy Gifts With all thy gifts America, Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world, Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee—with these and like of these vouchsafed to thee, What if one gift thou lackest? (the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 14. Portals. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 14. Portals What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the Unknown? And what are those of life but for Death? Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 9. Camps of Green. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 9. Camps of Green Nor alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as order’d forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessens we halt for the night, Some […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 2. Years of the Modern. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 33. Из цикла «Песни расставаний». 2. Годы современности
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 2. Years of the Modern Years of the modern! years of the unperform’d! Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty’s nation but other nations […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 22. A Clear Midnight. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 32. Из цикла «От полудня до звездной ночи». 22. Ясная полночь
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 22. A Clear Midnight This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 12. Mediums. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 12. Mediums They shall arise in the States, They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness, They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos, They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive, They shall be complete women and […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Mummia. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Mummia As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to their bed; Drunk on the dead, and medicined With spiced imperial dust, In a short night they reeled to find Ten […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 6. Mannahatta. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 6. Mannahatta I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name. Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 14. Night on the Prairies. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 14. Night on the Prairies Night on the prairies, The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low, The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets; I walk by myself—I stand and look at […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 11. A Noiseless Patient Spider. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 11. A Noiseless Patient Spider A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 8. Quicksand Years. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 8. Quicksand Years Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me, Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess’d soul, eludes not, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 2. Whispers of Heavenly Death. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 30. Из цикла «Шепот божественной смерти». 2. Шепот божественной смерти
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 2. Whispers of Heavenly Death Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear, Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals, Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low, Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 34. Wandering at Morn. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 34. Странствуя утром
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 34. Wandering at Morn Wandering at morn, Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts, Yearning for thee harmonious Union! thee, singing bird divine! Thee coil’d in evil times my country, with craft and black […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 31. O Star of France [1870-71]. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 31. О Франции звезда (1870-1871)
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 31. O Star of France [1870-71] O star of France, The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame, Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long, Beseems to-day a wreck driven by the gale, a […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 27. Others May Praise What They Like. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 27. Others May Praise What They Like Others may praise what they like; But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else, Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Kindliness. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Kindliness When love has changed to kindliness – Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time’s an old god’s dream Nodding in heaven, and whisper stuff Seven million years were not enough To think on after, make it seem Less […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Bird-Catcher’s Boy. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Bird-Catcher’s Boy ‘Father, I fear your trade: Surely it’s wrong! Little birds limed and made Captive life-long. ‘Larks bruise and bleed in jail, Trying to rise; Every caged nightingale Soon pines and dies.’ ‘Don’t be a dolt, my boy! Birds […]