English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Queen Mab in the Village. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Queen Mab in the Village Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds rejoice. Her face was wise and solemn, Her hair was brown and fine. […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. On the Road to Nowhere. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) * * * On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father’s house With your cheeks aglow? Eyes so strained and eager To see what you might see? Were you […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Drunkard’s Funeral. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Drunkard’s Funeral ”Yes,” said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: — ”This is the climax, the grand fifth act. There rides the proud, at the finish of his race. There goes the […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Santa-Fe Trail . Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Santa-Fe Trail A Humoresque I asked the old Negro, ”What is that bird that sings so well?” He answered: ”That is the Rachel-Jane.” ”Hasn’t it another name, lark, or thrush, or the like?” ”No. Jus’ Rachel-Jane.” I. IN WHICH […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. An Argument. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) An Argument I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut bread, and dull as life in cells, O, scribes who dare forget how wild we are How human breasts adore alarum […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Empty Boats. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Empty Boats Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas? One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with every breeze, Returning always near the eaves, or by the skylight glass: There it will wait me […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Who Knows?. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Who Knows? They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows? They say one king is doddering and grey. They say one king is slack and sick of mind, A puppet for hid strings that twitch and play. Is Europe then to […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Angel and the Clown. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Angel and the Clown I saw wild domes and bowers And smoking incense towers And mad exotic flowers In Illinois. Where ragged ditches ran Now springs of Heaven began Celestial drink for man In Illinois. […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) * * * The Moon’s the North Wind’s cooky. He bites it, day by day, Until there’s but a rim of scraps That crumble all away. The South Wind is a baker. He kneads clouds in his den, And bakes a crisp […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. By the Spring, at Sunset. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) By the Spring, at Sunset Sometimes we remember kisses, Remember the dear heart-leap when they came: Not always, but sometimes we remember The kindness, the dumbness, the good flame Of laughter and farewell. Beside the road Afar from those who said ”Good-by” I […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Adieu. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) Adieu WAVING whispering trees, What do you say to the breeze And what says the breeze to you? ‘Mid passing souls ill at ease, Moving murmuring trees, Would ye ever wave an Adieu? Tossing turbulent seas, Winds that wrestle with these, Echo […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Beyond the Moon. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Beyond the Moon [Written to the Most Beautiful Woman in the World] My Sweetheart is the TRUTH BEYOND THE MOON, And never have I been in love with Woman, Always aspiring to be set in tune With one who is […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Unpardonable Sin. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Unpardonable Sin This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: — To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on God to guard each vile chief’s house, And for such chiefs, turn men to wolves and swine:— To go […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Two Old Crows. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Two Old Crows Two old crows sat on a fence rail. Two old crows sat on a fence rail, Thinking of effect and cause, Of weeds and flowers, And nature’s laws. One of them muttered, one of them stuttered, One of them stuttered, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Our Mother Pocahontas. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Our Mother Pocahontas (Note: — Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) ”Pocahontas’ body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May — did she wonder? does she remember — in the dust — in […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Heart of God. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Heart of God O great heart of God, Once vague and lost to me, Why do I throb with your throb to-night, In this land, eternity? O little heart of God, Sweet intruding stranger, You are […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. How a Little Girl Danced. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) How a Little Girl Danced DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes have not looked on the feasts that are vain. I know a dancer, I know a dancer, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Potatoes’ Dance. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Potatoes’ Dance (A Poem Game.) I ”Down cellar,” said the cricket, ”Down cellar,” said the cricket, ”Down cellar,” said the cricket, ”I saw a ball last night, In honor of a lady, In honor of a lady, In honor of a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Star of My Heart. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Star of My Heart Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is not, and only dreamers are. Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead And a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Shakespeare. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Shakespeare Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came Visible emperor of the deeds of Time, With Justice still the genius of his rhyme, Giving each man his due, each passion grace, Impartial as the rain from Heaven’s face […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Knight in Disguise. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Knight in Disguise [Concerning O. Henry (Sidney Porter)] ”He could not forget that he was a Sidney.” Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, The darling of the glad and gaping town? This is that dubious hero […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. A Little While. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) A Little While A little while a little love The hour yet bears for thee and me Who have not drawn the veil to see If still our heaven be lit above. Thou merely, at the day’s last sigh, Hast felt thy […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Little Turtle. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Little Turtle A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old There was a little turtle. He lived in a box. He swam in a puddle. He climbed on the rocks. He snapped at a mosquito. He snapped at a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. At Mass. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) At Mass No doubt to-morrow I will hide My face from you, my King. Let me rejoice this Sunday noon, And kneel while gray priests sing. It is not wisdom to forget. But since it is my fate Fill thou my soul […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The North Star Whispers to the Blacksmith’s Son. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The North Star Whispers to the Blacksmith’s Son THE North Star whispers: ”You are one Of those whose course no chance can change. You blunder, but are not undone, Your spirit-task is fixed and strange. ”When here you […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Lady Jane. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Lady Jane Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you When you turned His heart into the way That found the heavenly stair. Perhaps we must be strangers. I […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Upon Returning to the Country Road. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Upon Returning to the Country Road EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world’s greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter and patient hearing, These were their gifts to him, To the minstrel […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Gloriana. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Gloriana GIRL with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, A deep rolling bass. Pounded on the table, Beat an […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Ghost of the Gambler Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Ghost of the Gambler Said WHERE now the huts are empty, Where never a camp-fire glows, In an abandoned canyon, A Gambler’s Ghost arose. He muttered there, ”The moon’s a sack Of dust.” His voice rose thin: […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Euclid. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Euclid OLD Euclid drew a circle On a sand-beach long ago. He bounded and enclosed it With angles thus and so. His set of solemn greybeards Nodded and argued much Of arc and circumference, Diameter and […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. This Section is a Christmas Tree. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) This Section is a Christmas Tree THIS section is a Christmas tree: Loaded with pretty toys for you. Behold the blocks, the Noah’s arks, The popguns painted red and blue. No solemn pine-cone forest-fruit, But silver horns and […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. The Riddle of the World. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) The Riddle of the World Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A Being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. An Indian Summer Day on the Prarie. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) An Indian Summer Day on the Prarie (IN THE BEGINNING) THE sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an indian girl, Of the tribe of the Illinois. (MID-MORNING) The sun […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Dandelion. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Dandelion O DANDELION, rich and haughty, King of village flowers! Each day is coronation time, You have no humble hours. I like to see you bring a troop To beat the blue-grass spears, To scorn the […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Factory Windows are Always Broken. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) * * * FACTORY windows are always broken. Somebody’s always throwing bricks, Somebody’s always heaving cinders, Playing ugly Yahoo tricks. Factory windows are always broken. Other windows are let alone. No one throws through the chapel-window […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Eagle That is Forgotten. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Eagle That is Forgotten Sleep softly … eagle forgotten … under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own. ”We have buried him now,” thought your foes, and in secret rejoiced. They made a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Love and Law. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Love and Law TRUE Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain. The workman lays wearily granite on granite, And bleeds for his castle, ’mid sunshine and rain. Love is not velvet, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Auld Rob Morris. Роберт Бернс. Старый Роб Моррис
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Auld Rob Morris There’s auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He’s the king o’ gude fellows and wale of auld men, He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonnie lassie, his darling and mine. She’s […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «Open the Door to Me, Oh!». Роберт Бернс. «Хоть малую малость имей ко мне жалость…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «Open the Door to Me, Oh!» Oh, open the door, some pity to shew, Oh, open the door to me, oh! Tho’ thou hast been false, I’ll ever prove true, Oh, open the door to me, oh! Cauld is the blast upon my […]