English Poetry. Stephen Crane. You tell me this is God?. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell brave deeds of war […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A spirit sped. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, ”God! God!” He went through valleys Of black death-slime, Ever calling, ”God! God!” Their echoes From crevice and cavern Mocked him: ”God! God! God!” Fleetly into the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Tell brave deeds of war. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * ”Tell brave deeds of war.” Then they recounted tales, – ”There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory.” Ah, I think there were braver deeds. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Two or three angels. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I was in the darkness. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then suddenly there was a great light – ”Let me into the darkness again.” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “Think as I think,” said a man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “Think as I think,” said a man ”Think as I think,” said a man, ”Or you are abominably wicked; You are a toad.” And after I had thought of it, I said, ”I will, then, be a toad.” Stephen Crane’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “Truth,” said a traveller. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “Truth,” said a traveller ”Truth,” said a traveller, ”Is a rock, a mighty fortress; Often have I been to it, Even to its highest tower, From whence the world looks black.” ”Truth,” said a traveller, ”Is a breath, a wind, A shadow, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Yes, I have a thousand tongues. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and ninety-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one, It will make no melody at my will, But is dead in my mouth. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man said to the universe. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man said to the universe: ”Sir I exist!” ”However,” replied the universe, ”The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell brave […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. A Gentleman. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) A Gentleman ‘He has robbed two clubs. The judge at Salisbury Can’t give him more than he undoubtedly Deserves. The scoundrel! Look at his photograph! A lady-killer! Hanging’s too good by half For such as he.’ So said the stranger, one With crimes yet […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Black riders came from the sea. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Black riders came from the sea. There was clang and clang of spear and shield, And clash and clash of hoof and heel, Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind: Thus the ride of sin. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. On the horizon the peaks assembled. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * On the horizon the peaks assembled; And as I looked, The march of the mountains began. As they marched, they sang, “Aye! We come! We come!” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man toiled on a burning road. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from a green place. The man cried out in rage, “Ah! Do not deride me, fool! I know you – All day […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. To the maiden. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * To the maiden The sea was blue meadow, Alive with little froth-people Singing. To the sailor, wrecked, The sea was dead grey walls Superlative in vacancy, Upon which nevertheless at fateful time Was written The grim hatred of nature. Stephen […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Blustering God. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heaven You plunge Your spear at my heart, I fear You not. No, not if the blow Is as the lightning […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. On the desert. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * On the desert A silence from the moon’s deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat and dumb. Before them, a woman Moves to the blowing of shrill whistles And distant thunder of drums, While mystic things, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was crimson clash of war. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not these things. He said, “Why is this?” Whereupon a million strove to answer him. There was such intricate clamour […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Mystic shadow, bending near me. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Mystic shadow, bending near me, Who art thou? Whence come ye? And — tell me — is it fair Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire? Tell me! Fear not that I should quaver. For I dare — I […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In the night. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys, And the peaks looked toward God alone. “O Master that movest the wind with a finger, Humble, idle, futile peaks are we. Grant that we may run swiftly across the world To […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The ocean said to me once. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go you and tell her this – Her lover I have laid In cool green hall. There is wealth of golden sand […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Birds’ Nests. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Birds’ Nests He summer nests uncovered by autumn wind, Some torn, others dislodged, all dark, Everyone sees them: low or high in tree, Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark. Since there’s no need of eyes to see them with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I looked here. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I looked here; I looked there; Nowhere could I see my love. And — this time – She was in my heart. Truly, then, I have no complaint, For though she be fair and fairer, She is none so fair as […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Three little birds in a row. Стивен Крейн. Три маленькие птички
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Three little birds in a row Sat musing. A man passed near that place. Then did the little birds nudge each other. They said, “He thinks he can sing.” They threw back their heads to laugh. With quaint countenances They […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In a lonely place. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me: “Sir, what is this?” Then I saw that I was greater, Aye, greater than this sage. I answered him at once, “Old, old […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In heaven. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little blades Began eagerly to relate The merits of their lives. This one stayed a small way behind, Ashamed. Presently, God […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. And you love me. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you, Man’s opinions, a thousand thickets, My interwoven existence, My life, Caught in the stubble of the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once a man clambering to the housetops. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once a man clambering to the housetops Appealed to the heavens. With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres; A warrior’s shout he raised to the suns. Lo, at last, there was a dot on the clouds, And — […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a great cathedral. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there Was erect, and bore himself proudly. Yet some could see him cringe, As in a place of danger, Throwing frightened glances […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I have heard the sunset song of the birches. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * ”I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel of the pines. At nightfall The little grasses have rushed by me With the wind men. These things have I lived,” […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The sage lectured brilliantly. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: ”Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away. Then a cunning pupil Changed the positions. Turned the sage again: ”Now this one is a devil, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom of the steel thing’s striving, The little cry of a man to a man, A shadow falling across the greyer night, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. O Beauty, Passing Beauty!. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) * * * O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet! How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs? I only ask to sit beside thy feet. Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes. Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A slant of sun on dull brown walls. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A song of collisions and cries, Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells, Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans, Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Each small gleam was a voice. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice – In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus of colours came over the water; The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered, No pines crooned on the hills, The blue night […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The impact of a dollar upon the heart. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white table, With the hanging cool velvet shadows Moving softly upon the door. The impact of a million dollars Is […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. With eye and with gesture. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * With eye and with gesture You say you are holy. I say you lie; For I did see you Draw away your coats From the sin upon the hands Of a little child. Liar! Stephen Crane’s other poems: The ocean […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a man with tongue of wood. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there was one who heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood And knew what the man Wished to sing, And […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. When the prophet, a complacent fat man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: ”Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands, But the scene is grey.” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one of your withered days? With your old eyes Do you hope to see The triumphal march of justice? Do not […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was set before me a mighty hill. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was set before me a mighty hill, And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had before me the summit-view, It seemed that my labour Had been to see gardens Lying at impossible distances. Stephen Crane’s […]