English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. Nirvana. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Nirvana Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest of the seas, I strive to thee, Nirvana. Oh long ago the billow-flow of sense, Aroused by passion’s windy vehemence, Upbore […]

English Poetry. Alfred Austin. A Twilight Song. Альфред Остин.

Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) A Twilight Song Why, rapturous bird, though shades of night Muffle the leaves and swathe the lawn, Singest thou still with all thy might, As though ’twere noon, as though ’twere dawn? Silence darkens on vale and hill, But thou, unseen, art singing still. […]

English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. Nilsson. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Nilsson A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High passion throbbing in a sphere That Art hath wrought of diamond clear, — A great heart beating in a tear. […]

English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. Ireland. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Ireland Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880. Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, Charmer of the sun and sea, Bright beguiler of old anguish, How could Famine frown on thee? As our Gulf-Stream, drawn to thee-ward, Turns him from […]

English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. Corn. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Corn To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue. The leaves that wave against my cheek caress Like women’s hands; the embracing boughs express A subtlety […]

English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. Control. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Control O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee And make thee harrow all my spirit’s glebe. Of old the blind bard Herve sang so sweet He made a wolf to plow his land. Sidney Lanier’s other poems: From the Flats Ode to the […]

English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. A Florida Sunday. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) A Florida Sunday From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, They shrive to priestly pines with many a sigh, Breathe salutary balms through lank-lock’d hair Of sick men’s heads, and soon […]

English Poetry. Alfred Austin. To Ellen Terry. Альфред Остин.

Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) To Ellen Terry Nay, bring forth none but daughters: daughters young, The doubles of yourself; with face as fair, Bearing as candid, gait as debonair, And voice as deeply, musically strung: That the less fortunate age, from this age sprung, In those transmitted gleams […]

English Poetry. Alfred Austin. Ave Maria. Альфред Остин.

Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) Ave Maria In the ages of Faith, before the day When men were too proud to weep or pray, There stood in a red-roofed Breton town Snugly nestled ‘twixt sea and down, A chapel for simple souls to meet, Nightly, and sing with voices […]

English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. To Beethoven. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) To Beethoven In o’er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music’s bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect rose of tone. O Psalmist of the weak, the strong, O Troubadour of love and strife, Co-Litanist of right and […]

English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. To Baynard Taylor. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) To Baynard Taylor To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O’erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, And hear the beating of the hearts of trees, And think the thoughts that lilies speak in white By greenwood […]

English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. The Stirrup-Cup. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) The Stirrup-Cup Death, thou’rt a cordial old and rare: Look how compounded, with what care! Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went, Keats, and Gotama excellent, Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright, And Shakespeare […]