English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts The difficulty to think at the end of day, When the shapeless shadow covers the sun And nothing is left except light on your fur— There was the cat slopping its milk all day, Fat cat, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Valley Candle. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Valley Candle My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. The beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew. Wallace Stevens’s other poems: Nomad Exquisite Final […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Domination of Black. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Domination of Black At night, by the fire, The colors of the bushes And of the fallen leaves, Repeating themselves, Turned in the room, Like the leaves themselves Turning in the wind. Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks Came striding. And I […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Disillusionment of Ten O’clock. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Disillusionment of Ten O’clock The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Planet on the Table. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Planet on the Table Ariel was glad he had written his poems. They were of a remembered time Or of something seen that he liked. Other makings of the sun Were waste and welter And the ripe shrub writhed. His self […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Orchard. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Orchard I saw the first pear as it fell– the honey-seeking, golden-banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I, (spare us from loveliness) and I fell prostrate crying: you have flayed us with your blossoms, spare us the beauty of fruit-trees. […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Adonis. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Adonis 1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured and unbent in the winter-frost, the burnt into gold points, lighted afresh, crisp amber, scales of gold-leaf, gold turned and re-welded in […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. I Abide and Abide and Better Abide. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) * * * I abide and abide and better abide, And after the old proverb, the happy day; And ever my lady to me doth say, “Let me alone and I will provide.” I abide and abide and tarry the tide, And with abiding […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Pear Tree. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Pear Tree Silver dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver, higher than my arms reach you front us with great mass; no flower ever opened so staunch a white leaf, no flower ever parted silver […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. At Baia. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) At Baia I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream), “I send you this, who left the blue veins of your throat unkissed.” […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Wash of Cold River. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) * * * Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate shell- like leaf enclosing frozen lily-leaf, camellia texture, colder than a […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. The Mysteries Remain. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) * * * The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed-time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass, I multiply, renew and bless Bacchus in the vine; I hold the law, I keep the mysteries true, the first of […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Stars Wheel in Purple. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Stars Wheel in Purple Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran or Sirius, nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War; stars turn in purple, glorious to the […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Sea Poppies. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Sea Poppies Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to bleach on the boulders: your stalk has caught root among wet […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Oread. Хильда Дулитл. Ореада
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Oread Whirl up, sea— Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us— Cover us with your pools of fir. Перевод на русский язык Ореада Море, взвихрись, заверти свои остроконечные пинии, плесни […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Helen. Хильда Дулитл. Елена
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Helen All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the white hands. All Greece reviles the wan face when she smiles, hating it deeper still when it grows wan and white, […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. From Citron-Bower. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) From Citron-Bower From citron-bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a-flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of hue, cut the width of board and lathe, carve the feet from myrtle-wood. Let the […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Cities. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Cities Can we believe — by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in disgust, street after street, each patterned alike, no grace to lighten a single house of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Avising The Bright Beams. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) * * * Avising the bright beams of these fair eyes Where he is that mine oft moisteth and washeth, The wearied mind straight from the heart departeth For to rest in his worldly paradise And find the sweet bitter under this guise. What […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. At Ithaca. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) At Ithaca Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on that desperate tone of dark that wives put on when all their love is done. […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. The Pool. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) The Pool Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you – banded one? Hilda Doolittle’s other poems: Holy Satyr From Citron-Bower Cities The Mysteries Remain Acon To the dedicated […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Sheltered Garden. Хильда Дулитл. Защищенный сад
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Sheltered Garden I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest – then you retrace your steps, or find the same slope on the other side, precipitate. I have had […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Leda. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Leda Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple down of his soft breast uncurls his coral feet. Through the deep purple of the dying heat of sun and mist, the […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Sea Rose. Хильда Дулитл. Морская роза
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Sea Rose Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet rose single on a stem — you are caught in the drift. […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Heat. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Heat O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick air– fruit cannot fall into heat that presses up and blunts the points of pears and rounds the grapes. Cut […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Evadne. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Evadne I first tasted under Apollo’s lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or hyacinth which the wind combs back across some rock shelf; I, Evadne, was made of the god of light. His hair […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Cassandra. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Cassandra O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what light, what fire searing my eye-balls and my eyes with flame? nameless, O spoken name, […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Acon. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Acon Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail of flower, buds of myrrh, all-healing herbs, close pressed in calathes. For she lies panting, drawing sharp breath, broken […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Humstrum. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Humstrum Why woonce, at Chris’mas-tide, avore The wold year wer a-reckon’d out, The humstrums here did come about, A-soundèn up at ev’ry door. But now a bow do never screäpe A humstrum, any where all round, An’ zome can’t tell a […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Penelope. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Penelope Love, like a wind, shook wide your blosmy eyes, You trembled, and your breath came sobbing-wise For that you loved me. You were so kind, so sweet, none could withhold To adore, but that you were so strange, so cold; For that […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. A Snowy Night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. A Snowy Night ’Twer at night, an’ a keen win’ did blow Vrom the east under peäle-twinklèn stars, All a-zweepèn along the white snow; On the groun’, on the trees, on the bars, Vrom the hedge where the win’ russled drough, There […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Fall Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Fall Time The gather’d clouds, a-hangèn low, Do meäke the woody ridge look dim; An’ raïn-vill’d streams do brisker flow, Arisèn higher to their brim. In the tree, vrom lim’ to lim’, Leaves do drop Vrom the top, all slowly down, Yollow, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Sheädes. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Sheädes Come here an’ zit a while below Theäse tower, grey and ivy-bound, In sheäde, the while the zun do glow So hot upon the flow’ry ground; An’ winds in flight, Do briskly smite The blossoms bright, upon the gleäde, But never […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Rwose in the Dark. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Rwose in the Dark In zummer, leäte at evenèn tide, I zot to spend a moonless hour ’Ithin the window, wi’ the zide A-bound wi’ rwoses out in flow’r, Bezide the bow’r, vorsook o’ birds, An’ listen’d to my true-love’s words. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Linda Deäne. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Linda Deäne The bright-tunn’d house, a-risèn proud, Stood high avore a zummer cloud, An’ windy sheädes o’ tow’rs did vall Upon the many-window’d wall; An’ on the grassy terrace, bright Wi’ white-bloom’d zummer’s deäisy beds, An’ snow-white lilies noddèn heads, Sweet Linda […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Meäry’s Smile. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Meäry’s Smile When mornèn winds, a-blowèn high, Do zweep the clouds vrom all the sky, An’ laurel-leaves do glitter bright, The while the newly broken light Do brighten up, avore our view, The vields wi’ green, an’ hills wi’ blue; What then […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Childhood. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Childhood Aye, at that time our days wer but vew, An’ our lim’s wer but small, an’ a-growèn; An’ then the feäir worold wer new, An’ life wer all hopevul an’ gaÿ; An’ the times o’ the sproutèn o’ leaves, An’ the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Maïd o’ Newton. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Maïd o’ Newton In zummer, when the knaps wer bright In cool-aïr’d evenèn’s western light, An’ haÿ that had a-dried all day, Did now lie grey, to dewy night; I went, by happy chance, or doom, Vrom Broadwoak Hill, athirt to […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Fatherhood. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Fatherhood Let en zit, wi’ his dog an’ his cat, Wi’ their noses a-turn’d to the vier, An’ have all that a man should desire; But there idden much reädship in that. Whether vo’k mid have childern or no, Wou’dden meäke mighty […]
English Poetry. Gordon Bottomley. Atlantis. Гордон Боттомли.
Gordon Bottomley (Гордон Боттомли) Atlantis What poets sang in Atlantis? Who can tell The epics of Atlantis or their names? The sea hath its own murmurs, and sounds not The secrets of its silences beneath, And knows not any cadences enfolded When the last bubbles of Atlantis broke […]