English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 26. Passage to India. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 26. Passage to India 1 Singing my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong light works of engineers, Our modern wonders, (the antique ponderous Seven outvied,) In the Old World the east the Suez canal, The […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Wolverine. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Wolverine “Yes, sir, it’s quite a story, though you won’t believe it’s true, But such things happened often when I lived beyond the Soo.” And the trapper tilted back his chair and filled his pipe anew. “I ain’t thought of it […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Songster. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Songster Music, music with throb and swing, Of a plaintive note, and long; ‘Tis a note no human throat could sing, No harp with its dulcet golden string, - Nor lute, nor lyre with liquid ring, Is sweet as the robin’s […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The City and the Sea. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The City and the Sea I To none the city bends a servile knee; Purse-proud and scornful, on her heights she stands, And at her feet the great white moaning sea Shoulders incessantly the grey-gold sands, - One the Almighty’s child […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Nocturne. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Nocturne Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapours dying, Like priestly hands thy holy touch is lying Upon the world’s wide brow; God-like and grand all nature is commanding The “peace that passes human understanding”; I, also, feel it now. What matters […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Joe – An Etching. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Joe – An Etching A meadow brown; across the yonder edge A zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedge Of underbush has cleft its course in twain, Till where beyond it staggers up again; The long, grey rails stretch in a broken […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Give Us Barabbas. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Give Us Barabbas There was a man – a Jew of kingly blood, But of the people – poor and lowly born, Accused of blasphemy of God, He stood Before the Roman Pilate, while in scorn The multitude demanded it was fit […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Brandon. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Brandon (ACROSTIC) Born on the breast of the prairie, she smiles to her sire – the sun, Robed in the wealth of her wheat-lands, gift of her mothering soil, Affluence knocks at her gateways, opulence waits to be won. Nuggets of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Preludes. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Preludes I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Popularity. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Popularity I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you’ll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star! II. My star, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. Polyphiloprogenitive The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift across the window-panes. In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning was the […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Arakoon. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Arakoon Lo! in storms, the triple-headed Hill, whose dreaded Bases battle with the seas, Looms across fierce widths of fleeting Waters beating Evermore on roaring leas! Arakoon, the black, the lonely! Housed with only Cloud and rain-wind, mist […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). The Last of His Tribe. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). The Last of His Tribe He crouches, and buries his face on his knees, And hides in the dark of his hair; For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees, Or think of the loneliness there— Of the […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). A Death in the Bush. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). A Death in the Bush The hut was built of bark and shrunken slabs, That wore the marks of many rains, and showed Dry flaws wherein had crept and nestled rot. Moreover, round the bases of the bark Were […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). On a Cattle Track. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). On a Cattle Track Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder, And the shouts of the desert-wind break, By the gullies of deepness and ridges of steepness, Lo, the cattle track twists like a snake! Like a […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). When Underneath the Brown Dead Grass. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). When Underneath the Brown Dead Grass When underneath the brown dead grass My weary bones are laid, I hope I shall not see the glass At ninety in the shade. I trust indeed that, when I lie Beneath the […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Black Lizzie. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Black Lizzie The gloved and jewelled bards who sing Of Pippa, Maud, and Dorothea, Have hardly done the handsome thing For you, my inky Cytherea. Flower of a land whose sunny skies Are like the dome of Dante’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Kingsborough. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Kingsborough A waving of hats and of hands, The voices of thousands in one, A shout from the ring and the stands, And a glitter of heads in the sun! “They are off—they are off!” is the roar, As […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. You Promised Me. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) You Promised Me All holy books of earth, all churches and all creeds, Are based on spirit miracles. Moses, Elias, Matthew, Mark and John, Paul and Cornelius, Buddha, Swedenborg, All talked with Angels, Yea, and many more. That was a mighty promise […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 10. My sick and suffering heart is newly stricken. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 10. My sick and suffering heart is newly stricken My sick and suffering heart is newly stricken When Night departs and Dawn adjusts its robe. As some poor wounded wretch might sink and sicken Seeing the surgeon bare his shining […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Earth’s Immortalities. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Earth’s Immortalities FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet’s wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of the sexton’s browsing horse, the sods Have struggled through its binding osier rods; Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry, Wanting the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Songs from the Turret. 11. Three things my ladye seemeth like to me. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Songs from the Turret. 11. Three things my ladye seemeth like to me Three things my ladye seemeth like to me– She seems like moonlight on a waveless sea. And like the delicate fragrance, which exhales, When Day’s warm garments brush the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. September (September comes along the great green way). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) September (September comes along the great green way) September comes along the great green way That Spring and Summer fashioned for our feet. And though her face is beautiful and sweet, Though gracious smiles about her ripe mouth play, Yet subtle recollections of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Lines from «Maurine» (It was a way of Helen’s not to sing). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lines from «Maurine» (It was a way of Helen’s not to sing) It was a way of Helen’s not to sing The songs that other people sang; she took Sometimes an extract from an olden book– Again some floating, fragmentary thing, And these […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Life and I (When Life and I first talked together). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Life and I (When Life and I first talked together) When Life and I first talked together, Life seemed more grave than gay. Quoth I, “In bleak or sunny weather, We two must walk one way. I vow to do my part, good […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Kiss Me. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Kiss Me Then, kiss me, sweet, just as you please; I will not point, nor scold, nor tease; Kiss me, dear love, in thy sweet way, But kiss me oft, sweetheart, I pray! Oh, sweet, I would be understood, Give me a little […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 14. Full many a roadway that we trod was rough. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 14. Full many a roadway that we trod was rough Full many a roadway that we trod was rough, And we met foul as well as sunny weather; Yet not one day did we find long enough Though three decades […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 1. Praying for light, and praying all in vain. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 1. Praying for light, and praying all in vain Praying for light, and praying all in vain, Since not one lamp was shining in God’s tower; Praying for strength to bear consuming pain Yet growing weaker with each passing hour; […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Songs from the Turret. 1. In the day my thoughts are tender. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Songs from the Turret. 1. In the day my thoughts are tender In the day my thoughts are tender When I muse on my ladye fair. There is never one to offend her, For each is pure as a prayer. They float like […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Rooks in New College Gardens. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Rooks in New College Gardens Through rosy cloud, and over thorny towers, Their wings with darkling autumn distance filled, From Isis’ valley border, hundred-hilled, The rooks are crowding home as evening lowers: Not for men only, and their musing hours, By battled […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. The Lights of London. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) The Lights of London The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot Far down into the valley’s cold extreme, Untimely midnight; spire and roof and stream Like fleeing spectres, shudder and are not. The Hampstead hollies, from their sylvan plot Yet cloudless, […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Tale. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Tale What a pretty tale you told me Once upon a time –Said you found it somewhere (scold me!) Was it prose or was it rhyme, Greek or Latin? Greek, you said, While your shoulder propped my head. Anyhow there’s no forgetting […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Fog. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Fog Like bodiless water passing in a sigh, Through palsied streets the fatal shadows flow, And in their sharp disastrous undertow Suck in the morning sun, and all the sky. The towery vista sinks upon the eye, As if it heard the […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Lifting of the Mist. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Lifting of the Mist All the long day the vapours played At blindfold in the city streets, Their elfin fingers caught and stayed The sunbeams, as they wound their sheets Into a filmy barricade ‘Twixt earth and where the sunlight beats. […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Quill Worker. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Quill Worker Plains, plains, and the prairie land which the sunlight floods and fills, To the north the open country, southward the Cyprus Hills; Never a bit of woodland, never a rill that flows, Only a stretch of cactus beds, and […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Happy Hunting Grounds. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Happy Hunting Grounds Into the rose gold westland, its yellow prairies roll, World of the bison’s freedom, home of the Indian’s soul. Roll out, O seas! in sunlight bathed, Your plains wind-tossed, and grass enswathed. Farther than vision ranges, farther […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Wave-Won. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Wave-Won To-night I hunger so, Beloved one, to know If you recall and crave again the dream That haunted our canoe, And wove its witchcraft through Our hearts as ‘neath the northern night we sailed the northern stream. Ah! dear, if […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Mariner. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Mariner “Wreck and stray and castaway.” – SWINBURNE. Once more adrift. O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon, O’er frowning cliff and yellow dune, The long, warm lights of afternoon Like jewel dustings sift. Once more awake. I dreamed an […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Archers. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Archers I Stripped to the waist, his copper-coloured skin Red from the smouldering heat of hate within, Lean as a wolf in winter, fierce of mood - As all wild things that hunt for foes, or food - War paint […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Overlooked. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Overlooked Sleep, with her tender balm, her touch so kind, Has passed me by; Afar I see her vesture, velvet-lined, Float silently; O! Sleep, my tired eyes had need of thee! Is thy sweet kiss not meant to-night for me? Peace, […]