English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Guide Post. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Guide Post Why thik wold post so long kept out, Upon the knap, his eärms astrout, A-zendèn on the weary veet By where the dree cross roads do meet; An’ I’ve a-come so much thik woy, Wi’ happy heart, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. An Hymn to Divine Love. In Imitation of Spenser. Томас Блэклок.
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) An Hymn to Divine Love. In Imitation of Spenser No more of lower flames, whose pleasing rage With sighs and soft complaints I weakly fed; At whose unworthy shrine, my budding age, And willing muse, their first devotion paid. Fly, nurse of madness, to […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. Song. Inscribed to a Friend. In imitation of Shenstone. Томас Блэклок.
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) Song. Inscribed to a Friend. In imitation of Shenstone Cease, cease, my dear friend, to explore From whence, and how piercing my smart; Let the charms of the nymph I adore, Excuse, and interpret my heart: Then how much I admire, you shall prove, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. A Pastoral Song. Томас Блэклок.
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) A Pastoral Song Sandy the gay, the blooming swain, Had lang frae love been free; Lang made ilk heart that fill’d the plain, Dance quick with harmless glee. As blythsom lambs that scour the green, His mind was unconstrain’d; Nae face could ever […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 1. The Vagabond. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Песни странствий и другие стихи. 1. Бродяга
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 1. The Vagabond (To an air of Schubert) Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Sexton at Longpuddle. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Sexton at Longpuddle He passes down the churchyard track On his way to toll the bell; And stops, and looks at the graves around, And notes each finished and greening mound Complacently, As their shaper he, And one who can do it […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Farmer Dunman’s Funeral. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Farmer Dunman’s Funeral ‘Bury me on a Sunday,’ He said; ‘so as to see Poor folk there. ’Tis their one day To spare for following me.’ With forethought of that Sunday, He wrote, while he was well, On ten rum-bottles one day, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Harbour Bridge. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Harbour Bridge From here, the quay, one looks above to mark The bridge across the harbour, hanging dark Against the day’s-end sky, fair-green in glow Over and under the middle archway’s bow: It draws its skeleton where the sun has set, Yea, […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Man-Moth. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Man-Moth Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for “mammoth.” Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat. It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Chemin De Fer. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Chemin De Fer Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far apart. The scenery was impoverished: scrub-pine and oak; beyond its mingled gray-green foliage I saw the little pond […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Squatter’s Children. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Squatter’s Children On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The Sun’s suspended eye blinks casually, and then they wade gigantic waves of light and shade. A dancing yellow spot, a pup, […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. North Haven. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) North Haven I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the spruce. It is so still the pale bay wears a milky skin; the sky no clouds except for one long, carded […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Little Exercise. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Little Exercise Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to it growling. Think how they must look now, the mangrove keys lying out there unresponsive to the lightning in […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. While Someone Telephones. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) While Someone Telephones Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn’t be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. –Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, at their dark needles, accretions to no purpose woodenly crystallized, and where two fireflies are […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Lines Written in the Fannie Farmer Cookbook. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Lines Written in the Fannie Farmer Cookbook You won’t become a gourmet cook By studying our Fannie’s book– Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely those of L’evi-Strauss. Nevertheless, you’ll find, Frank dear, The basic elements are […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. The Summer Sun Shone Round Me. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) * * * THE summer sun shone round me, The folded valley lay In a stream of sun and odour, That sultry summer day. The tall trees stood in the sunlight As still as still could be, But the deep grass […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Seascape. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Seascape This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they want sidewise in tiers and tiers of immaculate reflections; the whole region, from the highest heron down to the […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Monument. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Monument Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes in descending sizes one above the other. Each is turned half-way round so that its corners point toward the sides of […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Invitation to Miss Marianne Moore. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Invitation to Miss Marianne Moore From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, please come flying, to the rapid rolling of thousands of small blue drums descending out of the mackerel sky […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Large Bad Picture. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Large Bad Picture Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted a big picture. Receding for miles on either side into a flushed, still sky are overhanging pale blue cliffs […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Imaginary Iceberg. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Imaginary Iceberg We’d rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like cloudy rock and all the sea were moving marble. We’d rather have the iceberg than the […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Song for the Rainy Season. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Song for the Rainy Season Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black bromelias, lichens, owls, and the lint of the waterfalls cling, […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Sandpiper. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Sandpiper The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward, in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake. The beach hisses like […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Giant Snail. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Giant Snail The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk and feed. My body–foot, that is–is wet and cold and covered with sharp gravel. It is white, the size of […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Sonnet (I am in need of music that would flow). Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Sonnet (I am in need of music that would flow) I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Florida. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Florida The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear while living oysters in clusters, and when dead strew white swamps with skeletons, dotted as if bombarded, with green hummocks […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 9. The Little Land. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. Ребёнок, играющий один. 9. Маленькая страна
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 9. The Little Land When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To go sailing through the skies– To go sailing far away […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The End of March. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The End of March For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. A Miracle for Breakfast. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) A Miracle for Breakfast At six o’clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be served from a certain balcony —like kings of old, or like a miracle. It was still […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Exchanging Hats. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Exchanging Hats Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady’s hat, –oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your slight transvestite twist in spite of our embarrassment. Costume and custom are complex. The headgear of the other sex inspires […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Casabianca. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Casabianca Love’s the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite ”The boy stood on the burning deck.” Love’s the son stood stammering elocution while the poor ship in flames went down. Love’s the obstinate boy, the ship, even the swimming […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Letter to N.Y.. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Letter to N.Y. For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you’d say where you are going and what you are doing; how are the plays and after the plays what other pleasures you’re pursuing: taking cabs in the middle of […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Argument. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Argument Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with me endlessly neither proving you less wanted nor less dear. Distance: Remember all that land beneath the plane; that coastline of […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Shampoo. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Shampoo The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the rings around the moon, although within our memories they have not changed. And since the heavens will attend as long […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Weed. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Weed I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). In the cold heart, its final thought stood frozen, drawn immense and clear, stiff and idle as I was there; and […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Moose. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Moose From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea twice a day and takes the herrings long rides, where if the river enters or retreats in a wall […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Insomnia. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Insomnia The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, never smiles) far and away beyond sleep, or perhaps she’s a daytime sleeper. By the Universe deserted, she’d tell it to […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. Garden Days. 1. Night and Day. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. Дни в саду. 1. Ночь и день
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. Garden Days. 1. Night and Day When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, Flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. As the blinding shadows fall As the rays diminish, […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Stanzas to Augusta . Джордж Гордон Байрон. Стансы к Августе (Когда сгустилась мгла кругом)
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Stanzas to Augusta When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray - And hope but shed a dying spark Which more misled my lonely way; In that deep midnight of the mind, And that internal strife […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Manners. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Manners For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, ”Be sure to remember to always speak to everyone you meet.” We met a stranger on foot. My grandfather’s whip tapped his hat. […]