English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “Have you ever made a just man?”. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “Have you ever made a just man?” ”Have you ever made a just man?” ”Oh, I have made three,” answered God, ”But two of them are dead, And the third – Listen! Listen! And you will hear the thud of his defeat.” Stephen […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A little ink more or less!. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A little ink more or less! I surely can’t matter? Even the sky and the opulent sea, The plains and the hills, aloof, Hear the uproar of all these books. But it is only a little ink more or less. […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Requiescat. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Requiescat Fair is her cottage in its place, Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides. It sees itself from thatch to base Dream in the sliding tides. And fairer she, but ah how soon to die! Her quiet dream of life this hour […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man went before a strange God. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man went before a strange God – The God of many men, sadly wise. And the deity thundered loudly, Fat with rage, and puffing. ”Kneel, mortal, and cringe And grovel and do homage To My Particularly Sublime Majesty.” […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds; The leaden thunders crashed. A worshipper raised his arm. ”Hearken! Hearken! The voice of God!” ”Not so,” said a man. ”The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a man who lived a life of fire. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was a man who lived a life of fire. Even upon the fabric of time, Where purple becomes orange And orange purple, This life glowed, A dire red stain, indelible; Yet when he was dead, He saw that he […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Many workmen. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Many workmen Built a huge ball of masonry Upon a mountain-top. Then they went to the valley below, And turned to behold their work. ”It is grand,” they said; They loved the thing. Of a sudden, it moved: It […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Why do you strive for greatness, fool? Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, there are certain barbarians Who tilt their noses As if the stars were flowers, And Thy servant is lost […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I stood upon a highway. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I stood upon a highway, And, behold, there came Many strange peddlers. To me each one made gestures, Holding forth little images, saying, ”This is my pattern of God. Now this is the God I prefer.” But I said, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “It was wrong to do this,” said the angel. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “It was wrong to do this,” said the angel ”It was wrong to do this,” said the angel. ”You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin.” ”Not so,” quoth the man Who had no […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. When a people reach the top of a hill. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. A vision of their dead comes to the weak. The moon shall not be too old Before the new battalions rise, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once there was a man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once there was a man – Oh, so wise! In all drink He detected the bitter, And in all touch He found the sting. At last he cried thus: ”There is nothing – No life, No joy, No pain – […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Behold, the grave of a wicked man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with violets, But the spirit grasped her arm. ”No flowers for him,” he said. The maid wept: ”Ah, I loved him.” […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Death of the Old Year. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Death of the Old Year Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Many red devils ran from my heart. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink. It was strange To write in this red muck Of things from my […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Charity thou art a lie. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Charity thou art a lie, A toy of women, A pleasure of certain men. In the presence of justice, Lo, the walls of the temple Are visible Through thy form of sudden shadows. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “What says the sea, little shell?”. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “What says the sea, little shell?” ”What says the sea, little shell? What says the sea? Long has our brother been silent to us, Kept his message for the ships, Awkward ships, stupid ships.” ”The sea bids you mourn, O Pines, Sing […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was, before me. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was, before me, Mile upon mile Of snow, ice, burning sand. And yet I could look beyond all this, To a place of infinite beauty; And I could see the loveliness of her Who walked in the shade of […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A learned man came to me once. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A learned man came to me once. He said, ”I know the way, — come.” And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man saw a ball of gold in the sky. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man saw a ball of gold in the sky; He climbed for it, And eventually he achieved it – It was clay. Now this is the strange part: When the man went to the earth And looked again, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Supposing that I should have the courage. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Supposing that I should have the courage To let a red sword of virtue Plunge into my heart, Letting to the weeds of the ground My sinful blood, What can you offer me? A gardened castle? A flowery kingdom? […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “And the sins of the fathers shall be”. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “And the sins of the fathers shall be” ”And the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the heads of the children, even unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.” Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture; […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Walking in the sky. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Walking in the sky, A man in strange black garb Encountered a radiant form. Then his steps were eager; Bowed he devoutly. ”My Lord,” said he. But the spirit knew him not. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once I saw mountains angry. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger than my finger. I laughed, and spoke to one near me, ”Will he prevail?” ”Surely,” replied this other; ”His grandfathers […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Holy Grail. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Holy Grail From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called The Pure, Had passed into the silent life of prayer, Praise, fast, and alms; and leaving for the cowl The helmet […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. With the infinite skill of an All-Master Made He the hull and the sails, Held He the rudder Ready for adjustment. Erect stood He, scanning His work proudly. Then — at fateful time […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Places among the stars. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Places among the stars, Soft gardens near the sun, Keep your distant beauty; Shed no beams upon my weak heart. Since she is here In a place of blackness, Not your golden days Nor your silver nights Can call me […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A god in wrath. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the earth. All people came running. The man screamed and struggled, And bit madly at the feet of the god. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I saw a man pursuing the horizon. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. ”It is futile,” I said, ”You can never -” ”You lie,” he cried, And ran on. Stephen Crane’s […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. God lay dead in heaven. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth. It, groaning thing, Turned black and sank. Then from the far caverns Of dead […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Love walked alone. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help, For his name was heart’s pain. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Fast rode the knight. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, ”To save my lady!” Fast rode the knIght, And leaped from saddle to war. Men of steel flickered and gleamed Like riot of silver lights, And the […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. Abstrosophy. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) Abstrosophy If echoes from the fitful past Could rise to mental view, Would all their fancied radiance last Or would some odors from the blast, Untouched by Time, accrue? Is present pain a future bliss, Or is it something worse? For instance, take […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. I’d Rather Have Habits Than Clothes. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) * * * I’d Rather Have Habits Than Clothes, For that’s where my intellect shows. And as for my hair, Do you think I should care To comb it at night with my toes? I’d rather have ears than a nose, I’d rather […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) * * * Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’ Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. Psycholophon. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) Psycholophon Twine then the rays Round her soft Theban tissues. All will be as She says, When the dead Past reissues. Matters not what nor where, Hark, to the moon’s dim cluster! How was her heavy hair […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. The Goops. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) The Goops The meanest trick I ever knew Was one I know you never do. I saw a Goop once try to do it, And there was nothing funny to it. He pulled a chair from under me As I was sitting down; […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. The Purple Cow. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) The Purple Cow I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one; But I can tell you, anyhow, I’d rather see than be one! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: On Digital Extremities The Lazy Roof The Floorless Room Psycholophon The Goops […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. On Digital Extremities. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) On Digital Extremities I’d Rather have Fingers than Toes; I’d Rather have Ears than a Nose; And As for my Hair, I’m Glad it’s All There; I’ll be Awfully Sad, when it Goes! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: The Lazy […]