English Poetry. Henry Livingston. An Elegy on the Death of Montgomery Tappen. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) An Elegy on the Death of Montgomery Tappen An elegy on the death of MONTGOMERY TAPPEN who dies at Poughkeepsie on the 20th of Nov. 1784 in the ninth year of his age. The sweetest, gentlest, of the youthful train, Here […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. They Say That «Time Assuages». Эмили Дикинсон. Твердят, что время лечит
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * They say that “Time assuages” — Time never did assuage — An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age — Time is a Test of Trouble — But not a Remedy — If such it prove, it prove […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. I Reason, Earth Is Short. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * I REASON, earth is short, And anguish absolute. And many hurt; But what of that? I reason, we could die: The best vitality Cannot excel decay; But what of that? I reason that in heaven Somehow, it will […]
English Poetry. John Donne. Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness. Джон Донн. Гимн Богу, моему Богу, написанный во время болезни
John Donne (Джон Донн) Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I […]
English Poetry. Carl Sandburg. Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind. Карл Сэндберг. Четыре прелюдии, разыгранные ветром
Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг) Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind “The past is a bucket of ashes.” 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and takes her time and does her hair the way she wants it and fastens at […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Cloud Pictures. Пол Гамильтон Хейн. Картины в облаках
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) Cloud Pictures Here in these mellow grasses, the whole morn, I love to rest; yonder, the ripening corn Rustles its greenery; and his blithesome horn Windeth the frolic breeze o’er field and dell, Now pealing a bold stave with lusty swell, […]
English Poetry. George Arnold. September. Джордж Арнольд. Сентябрь
George Arnold (Джордж Арнольд) September Sweet is the voice that calls From babbling waterfalls In meadows where the downy seeds are flying; And soft the breezes blow And eddying come and go In faded gardens where the rose is dying. Among the stubbled corn The blithe quail […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Ashes of Life. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Ashes of Life Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here! But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Would that it were […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. Flora. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) Flora REMOTE from scenes, where the o’erwearied mind Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind, From hostile menace, and offensive boast, Peace, and her train of home-born pleasures lost; To fancy’s reign, who would not gladly turn, And lose awhile, the miseries […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Fledgling. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Fledgling So, art thou feahered, art thou flown, Thou naked thing?—and canst alone Upon the unsolid summer air Sustain thyself, and prosper there? Shall no more with anxious note Advise thee through the happy day, Thrusting the worm into […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Tavern. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Tavern I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill’s crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest. There shall be plates a-plenty, And mugs to melt the chill Of all the grey-eyed people Who happen […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless As to some lovely temple, tenantless Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass, Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass Grown up between the stones, yet from excess Of […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown I bit my fingers and was hard to please, Having shook disaster till the fruit fell down I feel tonight more happy and at ease: Feet running in the corridors, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song Into the golden vessel of great song Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast Let other lovers lie, in love and rest; Not we,—articulate, so, but with the tongue […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. To S. M.. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) To S. M. If he should lie a-dying I AM not willing you should go Into the earth, where Helen went; She is awake by now, I know. Where Cleopatra’s anklets rust You will not […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Penitent. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Penitent I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within; And, ”Little Sorrow, weep,” said I, ”And, Little Sin, pray God to die, And I […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter We drenched the altars of Love’s sacred grove, Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after The launching of the colored moths of […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Pastoral. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Pastoral If it were only still!— With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From a cow’s throat Moving through the bushes; Or the soft shock Of wizened apples falling From an old tree In […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Bean-Stalk. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Bean-Stalk Ho, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La,—but it’s lovely, up so high! This is how I came,—I put Here my knee, there my foot, Up and up, from shoot […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. April. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) April GREEN o’er the copses spring’s soft hues are spreading, High wave the reeds in the transparent floods, The oak its sear and sallow foliage shedding, From their moss’d cradles start its infant buds. Pale as the tranquil tide of summer’s ocean, The […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. She is Overheard Singing. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) She is Overheard Singing OH, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth, But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as cheese And honest as […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our burning their remains No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream, This be our solace: that […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Merry Maid. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Merry Maid OH, I am grown so free from care Since my heart broke! I set my throat against the air, I laugh at simple folk! There’s little kind and little fair Is worth its weight […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Return from Town. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Return from Town As I sat down by Saddle Stream To bathe my dusty feet there, A boy was standing on the bridge Any girl would meet there. As I went over Woody Knob And dipped into the hollow, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Scrub. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Scrub If I grow bitterly, Like a gnarled and stunted tree, Bearing harshly of my youth Puckered fruit that sears the mouth; If I make of my drawn boughs An Inshospitable House, Out of which I nevery pry Towards the […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow Rising of the round moon, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Make Bright The Arrows. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Make bright the arrows Gather the shields: Conquest narrows The peaceful fields. Stock well the quiver With arrows bright: The bowman feared Need never fight. Make bright the arrows, O peaceful and wise! […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Memorial to D.C.. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Memorial to D.C. (Vassar College, 1918) O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, Where now no more the music is, With hands that wrote you little notes I write you little elegies! Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems: Two Sonnets […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Song of a Second April. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Song of a Second April April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; Hepaticas that pleased you so Are here again, and butterflies. There […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Du. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Du And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Brignall Banks. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Brignall Banks O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen: And as I rode by Dalton Hall, Beneath the turrets high, A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Little Hill. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Little Hill Oh, here the air is sweet and still, And soft’s the grass to lie on; And far away’s the little hill They took for Christ to die on. And there’s a hill across the brook, And […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. To the Not Impossible Him. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) To the Not Impossible Him How shall I know, unless I go To Cairo and Cathay, Whether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way? Now it may be, the flower for me Is this beneath my nose: […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * I know the face of Falsehood and her Tongue Honeyed with unction, Plausible with guile, Are dear to men, whom count me not among, That owe their daily credit to her smile; Such have been succoured out […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Ebb. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Ebb I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. Edna St. Vincent Millay’s […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Souvenir. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Souvenir Just a rainy day or two In a windy tower, That was all I had of you— Saving half an hour. Marred by greeting passing groups In a cinder walk, Near some naked blackberry hoops Dim with purple […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget Cherish you then the hope I shall forget At length, my lord, Pieria?—put away For your so passing sake, this mouth of clay These mortal bones against my body set, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Invocation to the Muses. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Invocation to the Muses Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New York, January 18th, 1941. Great Muse, that from this hall absent for long Hast never […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Music o’ the Dead. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Music o’ the Dead When music, in a heart that’s true, Do kindle up wold loves anew, An’ dim wet eyes, in feäirest lights, Do zee but inward fancy’s zights; When creepèn years, wi’ with’rèn blights, ’V a-took off […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Looks a-know’d Avore. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Looks a-know’d Avore While zome, a-gwaïn from pleäce to pleäce, Do daily meet wi’ zome new feäce, When my day’s work is at an end, Let me zit down at hwome, an’ spend A happy hour wi’ zome wold friend, […]