English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Blanche Sweet. Вэчел Линдсей.

Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Blanche Sweet MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (After seeing the reel called ”Oil and Water.”) Beauty has a throne-room In our humorous town, Spoiling its hob-goblins, Laughing shadows down. Rank musicians torture Ragtime ballads vile, But we walk serenely Down the odorous aisle. We forgive […]

English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Asleep. Уилфред Оуэн.

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Asleep Under his helmet, up against his pack, After so many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back. There, in the happy no-time of his sleeping, Death took him by the heart. There heaved a […]

English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Moon Saw. Вэчел Линдсей.

Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Moon Saw Two statesmen met by moonlight. Their ease was partly feigned. They glanced about the prairie. Their faces were constrained. In various ways aforetime They had misled the state, Yet did it so politely Their henchmen thought them great. They […]

English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Incense. Вэчел Линдсей.

Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Incense Think not that incense-smoke has had its day. My friends, the incense-time has but begun. Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom, Shrine after shrine grow gray beneath the sun. And mountain-boulders in our aged West […]

English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. A New Heaven. Уилфред Оуэн.

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) A New Heaven Seeing we never found gay fairyland (Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon) And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned; Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned; Nor bugled Asgard, […]

English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Buddha. Вэчел Линдсей.

Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Buddha Would that by Hindu magic we became Dark monks of jeweled India long ago, Sitting at Prince Siddartha’s feet to know The foolishness of gold and love and station, The gospel of the Great Renunciation, The ragged […]

English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Exposure. Уилфред Оуэн.

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Exposure I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us … Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent … Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient … Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous, But […]