English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The May-tree. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The May-tree I’ve a-come by the Maÿ-tree all times o’ the year, When leaves wer a-springèn, When vrost wer a-stingèn, When cool-winded mornèn did show the hills clear, When night wer bedimmèn the vields vur an’ near. When, in zummer, his […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Thissledown. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Thissledown The thissledown by wind’s a-roll’d In Fall along the zunny plaïn, Did catch the grass, but lose its hold, Or cling to bennets, but in vaïn. But when it zwept along the grass, An’ zunk below the hollow’s edge, It […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Slantèn light o’ Fall. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Slantèn light o’ Fall Ah! Jeäne, my maïd, I stood to you, When you wer christen’d, small an’ light, Wi’ tiny eärms o’ red an’ blue, A-hangèn in your robe o’ white. We brought ye to the hallow’d stwone, Vor Christ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Blackbird. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Blackbird ’Twer out at Penley I’d a-past A zummer day that went too vast, An’ when the zettèn zun did spread On western clouds a vi’ry red; The elems’ leafy limbs wer still Above the gravel-bedded rill, An’ under en did […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Sixth Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Sixth Book THE English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light. The levity Is in the judgment only, which yet stands; For say a foolish thing but oft enough, (And here’s the secret of a hundred creeds,– Men get […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Second Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Second Book TIMES followed one another. Came a morn I stood upon the brink of twenty years, And looked before and after, as I stood Woman and artist,–either incomplete, Both credulous of completion. There I held The whole creation in my little […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Eight Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Eight Book ONE eve it happened when I sate alone, Alone upon the terrace of my tower, A book upon my knees, to counterfeit The reading that I never read at all, While Marian, in the garden down below, Knelt by the […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 55. Westward on the High-Hilled Plains. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 55. Westward on the High-Hilled Plains Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man. Now that other lads than I Strip to […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Fourth Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Fourth Book THEY met still sooner. ‘Twas a year from thence When Lucy Gresham, the sick semptress girl, Who sewed by Marian’s chair so still and quick, And leant her head upon the back to cough More freely when, the mistress turning […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Seventh Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Seventh Book ‘THE woman’s motive? shall we daub ourselves With finding roots for nettles? ’tis soft clay And easily explored. She had the means, The moneys, by the lady’s liberal grace, In trust for that Australian scheme and me, Which so, that […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Third Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Third Book ‘TO-DAY thou girdest up thy loins thyself, And goest where thou wouldest: presently Others shall gird thee,’ said the Lord, ‘to go Where thou would’st not.’ He spoke to Peter thus, To signify the death which he should die When […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Ninth Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Ninth Book EVEN thus. I pause to write it out at length, The letter of the Lady Waldemar.– ‘I prayed your cousin Leigh to take you this, He says he’ll do it. After years of love, Or what is called so,–when […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Fifth Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Fifth Book AURORA LEIGH, be humble. Shall I hope To speak my poems in mysterious tune With man and nature,–with the lava-lymph That trickles from successive galaxies Still drop by drop adown the finger of God, In still new worlds?–with summer-days in […]
English Poetry. Richard Garnett. Written in Miles’ «Poets of the Century». Ричард Гарнетт. Певцам века
Richard Garnett (Ричард Гарнетт) Written in Miles’ «Poets of the Century» I saw the youthful singers of my day To sound of lutes and lyres in morning hours Trampling with eager feet the teeming flowers, Bound for Fame’s temple upon Music’s way: A happy band, a folk […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. The Romance of the Swan’s Nest. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг. Лебединое гнездо
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) The Romance of the Swan’s Nest LITTLE Ellie sits alone ’Mid the beeches of a meadow By a stream-side on the grass, And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow On her shining hair and face. She has thrown […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. First Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. First Book OF writing many books there is no end; And I who have written much in prose and verse For others’ uses, will write now for mine,– Will write my story for my better self, As when you paint your portrait […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Deaths and Entrances. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Deaths and Entrances On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths, When one at the great least of your best loved And always known must leave Lions and fires of his flying breath, Of your immortal friends Who’d raise the organs of the […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Substitution. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Substitution WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new— What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. A Year’s Spinning. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) A Year’s Spinning 1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ran back away, While through the door he brought the sun: But now my spinning is all done. 2 He […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 4. Reveille. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 4. Reveille Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the eastern rims. Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters, Trampled to the floor it spanned, And the […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. The Sweetness of England. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) The Sweetness of England And when, at last Escaped,-so many a green slope built on slope Betwixt me and the enemy’s house behind, I dared to rest, or wander,-like a rest Made sweeter for the step upon the grass,- And view the ground’s most […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. On No Work of Words. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) On No Work of Words On no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody Belly of the rich year and the big purse of my body I bitterly take to task my poverty and craft: To take to give […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. My World Is Pyramid. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) My World Is Pyramid I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow mother as she dabbles To-morrow’s diver in her horny milk, Bisected shadows on the thunder’s bone Bolt for the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes in the Cuckoo’s Month. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo’s month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan’s hill, As the green blooms ride upward, to the drive of time; Time, in a folly’s rider, like a county man Over the vault of […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. When Once the Twilight Locks No Longer. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that sped about my fist, The mouth of time sucked, like a sponge, The milky acid on each hinge, And swallowed dry […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. When, Like a Running Grave. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) When, Like a Running Grave When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in her gear is slowly through the house, Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse, Hauled to the dome, […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. To-Day, This Insect. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) To-Day, This Insect To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, Time at the city spectacles, and half The dear, daft time I take to nudge the sentence, In trust and tale I have divided sense, […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. All That I Owe the Fellows of the Grave. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * All that I owe the fellows of the grave And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates Lies in the fortuned bone, the flask of blood, Like senna stirs along the ravaged roots. O all I owe is all the flesh […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. January 1939. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) January 1939 Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Shall the blind horse sing sweeter? Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to suffer The supper and knives of a mood. In the sniffed and poured snow on the tip of the tongue […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Where Once the Waters of Your Face. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its eye; Where once the mermen through your ice Pushed up their hair, the dry wind steers Through salt and root and […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 8. Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 8. Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree ‘FAREWELL to barn and stack and tree, Farewell to Severn shore. Terence, look your last at me, For I come home no more. ‘The sun burns on the half-mown […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Foster the Light. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Foster the Light Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon, Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone, But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle; Master the night nor serve the snowman’s brain That shapes each bushy item of the air […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Ears in the Turrets Hear. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * Ears in the turrets hear Hands grumble on the door, Eyes in the gables see The fingers at the locks. Shall I unbolt or stay Alone till the day I die Unseen by stranger-eyes In this white house? Hands, hold you […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Incarnate Devil. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Incarnate Devil Incarnate devil in a talking snake, The central plains of Asia in his garden, In shaping-time the circle stung awake, In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple, And God walked there who was a fiddling warden And played down […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Ballad of the Long-Legged Bait. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Ballad of the Long-Legged Bait The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye; The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck. Then good-bye to the fishermanned Boat with its anchor […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat On the silent sea we have heard the sound That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. Under the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. In the Beginning. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) In the Beginning In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across the rooting air, The substance forked that marrowed the first sun, And, burning ciphers on the round of space, Heaven and […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. From Love’s First Fever to Her Plague. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) From Love’s First Fever to Her Plague From love’s first fever to her plague, from the soft second And to the hollow minute of the womb, From the unfolding to the scissored caul, The time for breast and the green apron age When no […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Not from This Anger. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Not from This Anger Not from this anger, anticlimax after Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods In a land strapped by hunger Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds And bear those tendril […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. My Hero Bares His Nerves. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) My Hero Bares His Nerves My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost, Leans on my mortal ruler, The proud spine spurning turn and twist. And these poor […]