English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Moonlight. Томас Гарди (Харди). В лунном свете
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Moonlight “O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and stare At her grave, as no other grave where there?” “If your great gaunt eyes so importune Her soul by the shine of this corpse-cold moon, […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. I Have Longed to Move Away. Дилан Томас. Я рвался уйти прочь
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors’ continual cry Growing more terrible as the day Goes over the hill into the deep sea; I have longed to move away From the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Poem on His Birthday. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Poem on His Birthday In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts high among beaks And palavers of birds This sandgrain day in the bent bay’s grave He celebrates and spurns His […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string, If the red tickle as the cattle calve Still set to scratch a laughter from […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Before I Knocked. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Before I Knocked Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as the water That shaped the Jordan near my home Was brother to Mnetha’s daughter And sister to the fathering worm. […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. O Make Me a Mask. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) O Make Me a Mask O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face, Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. The Hand That Signed the Paper. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) The Hand That Signed the Paper The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; These five kings did a king to death. The mighty hand leads to […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. On a Wedding Anniversary. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) On a Wedding Anniversary The sky is torn across This ragged anniversary of two Who moved for three years in tune Down the long walks of their vows. Now their love lies a loss And Love and his patients roar on a chain; […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Clown in the Moon. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Clown in the Moon My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. His Immortality. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) His Immortality I I saw a dead man’s finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: “This must be His immortality.” II I looked there as the seasons wore, And still his soul continuously upbore […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. A Refusal to Mourn the Death, By Fire, of a Child in London. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) A Refusal to Mourn the Death, By Fire, of a Child in London Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still hour Is come of the sea tumbling […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. And Death Shall Have No Dominion. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * And death shall have no dominion. Dead mean naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The New House a-gettèn Wold. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The New House a-gettèn Wold Ah! when our wedded life begun, Theäse clean-wall’d house of ours wer new; Wi’ thatch as yollor as the zun Avore the cloudless sky o’ blue; The sky o’ blue that then did bound The blue-hilled worold’s […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zummer Winds. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zummer Winds Let me work, but mid noo tie Hold me vrom the oben sky, When zummer winds, in plaÿsome flight, Do blow on vields in noon-day light, Or ruslèn trees, in twilight night. Sweet’s a stroll, By flow’ry knowl, or blue-feäcèd […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Come. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Come Wull ye come in eärly Spring, Come at Easter, or in Maÿ? Or when Whitsuntide mid bring Longer light to show your waÿ? Wull ye come, if you be true, Vor to quicken love anew. Wull ye call in Spring or […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Lilac. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Lilac Dear lilac-tree, a-spreadèn wide Thy purple blooth on ev’ry zide, As if the hollow sky did shed Its blue upon thy flow’ry head; Oh! whether I mid sheäre wi’ thee Thy open aïr, my bloomèn tree, Or zee thy blossoms […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Water Crowvoot. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Water Crowvoot O’ small-feäc’d flow’r that now dost bloom To stud wi’ white the shallow Frome, An’ leäve the clote to spread his flow’r On darksome pools o’ stwoneless Stour, When sof’ly-rizèn aïrs do cool The water in the sheenèn pool, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Zummer Hedge. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Zummer Hedge As light do gleäre in ev’ry ground, Wi’ boughy hedges out a-round A-climmèn up the slopèn brows O’ hills, in rows o’ sheädy boughs: The while the hawthorn buds do blow As thick as stars, an’ white as snow; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Spring. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Spring Now the zunny aïr’s a-blowèn Softly over flowers a-growèn; An’ the sparklèn light do quiver On the ivy-bough an’ river; Bleätèn lambs, wi’ woolly feäces, Now do plaÿ, a-runnèn reäces; An’ the springèn Lark’s a-zingèn, Lik’ a dot avore the cloud, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Zun-zet. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Zun-zet Where the western zun, unclouded, Up above the grey hill-tops, Did sheen drough ashes, lofty sh’ouded. On the turf bezide the copse, In zummer weather, We together, Sorrow-slightèn, work-vorgettèn. Gambol’d wi’ the zun a-zetten. There, by flow’ry bows o’ bramble, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Embarcation. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Embarcation Southampton Docks: October 1899 Here, where Vespasian’s legions struck the sands, And Cendric with the Saxons entered in, And Henry’s army lept afloat to win Convincing triumphs over neighboring lands, Vaster battalions press for further strands, To argue in the […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Serenade at the Villa. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Serenade at the Villa I That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and tight Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light. II […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. The Real and True and Sure. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) The Real and True and Sure Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit, Mere imitation of the inimitable: In heaven we have the real and true and sure. ’Tis there they neither marry nor are given In marriage but are as the angels: right, […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Protus. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Protus Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast,— One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair, As those were […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Meeting at Night. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Meeting at Night I The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Home-Thoughts, from the Sea. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Home-Thoughts, from the Sea Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; “Here […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Grammarian’s Funeral. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Grammarian’s Funeral Shortly after the Revival of Learning in Europe Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Confessions. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Confessions What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears?” Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I view again Where the physic bottles stand […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church Rome, 15— Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews—sons mine… ah God, I know not! Well— She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Braddan Vicarage. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Braddan Vicarage I WONDER if in that fair isle, Some child is growing now, like me When I was child: care-pricked, yet healed the while With balm of rock and sea. I wonder if the purple ring […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Specula. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Specula When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth— It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny plot. Nor think, if haply He thou seek’st be late, He does thee wrong. To […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Tolerance. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Tolerance ‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I, ‘To bear with such, and pass it by; Yet so I do, I know not why!’ And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise I might have saved […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Disguises. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Disguises High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries haste. Then He that is most dear in my regard Of all the crew gives aidance […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Ibant Obscuræ. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Ibant Obscuræ To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, Of the sun’s wreck and clashing surges born. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Pain. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Pain The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; ’Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the larger state, Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot! Moreover, while we wait the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Childern’s Childern. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Childern’s Childern Oh! if my ling’rèn life should run, Drough years a-reckoned ten by ten, Below the never-tirèn zun, Till beäbes ageän be wives an’ men; An’ stillest deafness should ha’ bound My ears, at last, vrom ev’ry sound; Though still my […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Hollow Woak. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Hollow Woak The woaken tree, so hollow now, To souls ov other times wer sound, An’ reach’d on ev’ry zide a bough Above their heads, a-gather’d round, But zome light veet That here did meet In friendship sweet, vor rest or […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Ridèn Hwome at Night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Ridèn Hwome at Night Oh! no, I quite injaÿ’d the ride Behind wold Dobbin’s heavy heels, Wi’ Jeäne a-prattlèn at my zide, Above our peäir o’ spinnèn wheels, As grey-rin’d ashes’ swaÿèn tops Did creak in moonlight in the copse, Above the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. When Birds be Still. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. When Birds be Still Vor all the zun do leäve the sky, An’ all the sounds o’ day do die, An’ noo mwore veet do walk the dim Vield-path to clim’ the stiel’s bars, Yeet out below the rizèn stars, The dark’nèn […]