English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 4. To the River Wenbeck. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 4. To the River Wenbeck As slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, WENBECK! the mossy-scatter’d rocks among, In fancy’s ear still making plaintive song To the dark woods above: ah! sure I seem To meet some friendly Genius in the gloom, And […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. In Youth. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) In Youth Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair, That brow untouched by one faint line of care, To mar its openness, we seem to trace The front of the first lord of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Unstable Dream. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) Unstable Dream Unstable dream, according to the place, Be steadfast once, or else at least be true. By tasted sweetness make me not to rue The sudden loss of thy false feignèd grace. By good respect in such a dangerous case Thou broughtest not […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. On the Funeral of Charles the First at Night, in St. George’s Chapel, Windsor. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) On the Funeral of Charles the First at Night, in St. George’s Chapel, Windsor The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches’ light, His corse in earth we laid. The coffin bore his […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Bereavement. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Bereavement Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, Promised methought long days of bliss sincere! Soothing it stole on my deluded ear, Most like soft music, that might sometimes cheat Thoughts dark and drooping! ’Twas the voice of Hope. Of love […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Does Haughty Gaul. Роберт Бернс. Дамфризские волонтёры
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Does Haughty Gaul Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the loons beware, Sir, There’s wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on shore, Sir. The Nith shall run to Corsincon, And Criffel sink in Solway, Ere we permit a foreign foe On British […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Landlady, Count the Lawin. Роберт Бернс. «Хозяйка, счёт скорей неси…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * Landlady, count the lawin, The day is near the dawin; Ye’re a’ blind drunk, boys, And I’m but jolly fou. Hey tutti, taiti, How tutti, taiti – Wha ’s fou now? Cog, an’ ye were aye fou, Cog, an’ ye […]
English Poetry. Sylvia Plath. Lady Lazarus. Сильвия Плат. Леди Лазарь
Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат) Lady Lazarus I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Peter Quince at the Clavier. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Peter Quince at the Clavier I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here in this […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. Уоллес Стивенс. Тринадцать способов видеть черного дрозда
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the black bird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Sense of the Sleight-Of-Hand Man. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Sense of the Sleight-Of-Hand Man One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths, One’s tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish clouds Occurred above the empty house and the leaves Of the rhododendrons rattled their gold, As if someone […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Plot against the Giant. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Plot against the Giant First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers. It will check him. Second Girl I shall run before him, Arching cloths […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Gray Room. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Gray Room Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your pale white gown; Or lift one of the green beads Of your necklace, To let it fall; Or gaze at your […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Ye Old Mule. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) Ye Old Mule Ye old mule that think yourself so fair, Leave off with craft your beauty to repair, For it is true, without any fable, No man setteth more by riding in your saddle. Too much travail so do your train appair. Ye […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Not Ideas about the Thing but the Thing Itself. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Not Ideas about the Thing but the Thing Itself At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. He knew that he heard it, A bird’s cry, at daylight or before, In […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. A Postcard from the Volcano. Уоллес Стивенс. Открытка из вулкана
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) A Postcard from the Volcano Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; And that in autumn, when the grapes Made sharp air sharper by their smell These had a being, breathing […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. A High-Toned Old Christian Woman. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) A High-Toned Old Christian Woman Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus, The conscience is converted into palms, Like windy citherns hankering for hymns. We agree […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Tattoo. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Tattoo The light is like a spider. It crawls over the water. It crawls over the edges of the snow. It crawls under your eyelids And spreads its webs there– Its two webs. The webs of your eyes Are fastened To the […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, was this: To think away the grass, the trees, the clouds, Not to transform […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table. It reminded […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Of Modern Poetry. Уоллес Стивенс. О современной позии
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Of Modern Poetry The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: the scene was set; it repeated what Was in the script. Then the theatre was changed To something else. Its past […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Idea of Order at Key West. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Snow Man. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Snow Man One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Mine Own John Poynz. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) Mine Own John Poynz Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know The cause why that homeward I me draw, And flee the press of courts, whereso they go, Rather than to live thrall under the awe Of lordly looks, wrappèd within my […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Epigram. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Эпиграмма на Уильяма Коббета
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Epigram In digging up your bones, Tom Paine, Will. Cobbett has done well: You visit him on earth again, He’ll visit you in hell. January 2, 1820 Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма на Уильяма Коббета Твои, Том Пейн, он вырыл кости, Но, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Emperor of Ice-Cream. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Emperor of Ice-Cream Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month’s […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Anecdote of the Jar. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Anecdote of the Jar I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Six Significant Landscapes. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Six Significant Landscapes I An old man sits In the shadow of a pine tree In China. He sees larkspur, Blue and white, At the edge of the shadow, Move in the wind. His beard moves in the wind. The pine tree moves […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Nomad Exquisite. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Nomad Exquisite As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth The big-finned palm And green vine angering for life, As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth hymn and hymn From the beholder, Beholding all these green sides And gold sides of green […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Sunday Morning 1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She dreams a little, and she feels the […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Poem Written at Morning. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Poem Written at Morning A sunny day’s complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor you paint A thing. Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit, A fruit for pewter, thorned and palmed and blue, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. To the One of Fictive Music. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) To the One of Fictive Music Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of the clearest bloom, And of the fragrant mothers the most dear And queen, and of diviner love the […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Continual Conversation with a Silent Man. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Continual Conversation with a Silent Man The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die– The broken cartwheel on the hill. As if, in the presence of the sea, We dried our nets and mended sail […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Bantams in Pine-Woods. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Bantams in Pine-Woods Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail. Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal. Your world is you. I […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The River of Rivers in Connecticut. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The River of Rivers in Connecticut There is a great river this side of Stygia Before one comes to the first black cataracts And trees that lack the intelligence of trees. In that river, far this side of Stygia, The mere flowing of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. In Spain. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) In Spain Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams Turns up the grains of gold already tried With spur and sail, for I go to seek the Thames Gainward the sun that shewth her wealthy pride, And to the town which Brutus sought by […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Well Dressed Man with a Beard. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Well Dressed Man with a Beard After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. Yes is this present sun. If the rejected things, the things denied, Slid over the western cataract, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) * * * The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet and the world was calm. The words were spoken as […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Metaphors of a Magnifico. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Metaphors of a Magnifico Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man Crossing a single bridge into a village. This is old song That will not declare itself… Twenty men […]