English Poetry. Claude McKay. When Dawn Comes to the City. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) When Dawn Comes to the City The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the same dull stars. Out of the tenements, cold as stone, Dark figures […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. To Winter. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To Winter Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the stream’s breast gaily run, The wind more boisterously by me blows, And each succeeding day now longer […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. To O.E.A.. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To O.E.A. Your voice is the color of a robin’s breast, And there’s a sweet sob in it like rain–still rain in the night. Among the leaves of the trumpet-tree, close to his nest, The pea-dove sings, and each note thrills me with […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Tortoise Shell. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Tortoise Shell The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the bone. Along the back of the baby tortoise The scales are locked in an arch like a bridge, Scale-lapping, like […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. To a Poet. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To a Poet There is a lovely noise about your name, Above the shoutings of the city clear, More than a moment’s merriment, whose claim Will greater grow with every mellowed year. The people will not bear you […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Wild Goat. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Wild Goat O you would clothe me in silken frocks And house me from the cold, And bind with bright bands my glossy locks, And buy me chains of gold; And give me–meekly to do my will– […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The White City. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The White City I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part. My […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Spanish Needle. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Spanish Needle Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me to-night? Shadowed by the spreading mango, Nodding o’er the rippling stream, Tell me, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Night-Fire. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Night-Fire No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling their challenging light, And clouds turn gray and black from silver-pale. The fire leaps out and licks […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Lynching. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Lynching His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven. His father, by the cruelest way of pain, Had bidden him to his bosom once again; The awful sin remained still unforgiven. All night a bright and solitary star […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Easter Flower. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Easter Flower Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily Soft-scented in the air for yards around; Alone, without a hint of […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Summer Morn in New Hampshire. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Summer Morn in New Hampshire All yesterday it poured, and all night long I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat Upon the shingled roof like a weird song, Upon the grass like running children’s feet. And down the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Spring in New Hampshire. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Spring in New Hampshire Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds go laughing by, Wasting the golden hours indoors, Washing windows and scrubbing floors. Too wonderful the April […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Song of the Moon. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Song of the Moon The moonlight breaks upon the city’s domes, And falls along cemented steel and stone, Upon the grayness of a million homes, Lugubrious in unchanging monotone. Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. New Year’s Eve. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) New Year’s Eve There are only two things now, The great black night scooped out And this fireglow. This fireglow, the core, And we the two ripe pips That are held in store. Listen, the darkness rings As it circulates […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Rest in Peace. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Rest in Peace No more for you the city’s thorny ways, The ugly corners of the Negro belt; The miseries and pains of these harsh days By you will never, never again be felt. No more, if still […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. On Broadway. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) On Broadway About me young careless feet Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their bright fantastic glow Upon the merry crowd and lines Of moving carriages below. Oh wonderful is Broadway — only My heart, my heart […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. O Word I Love to Sing. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) O Word I Love to Sing O word I love to sing! thou art too tender For all the passions agitating me; For all my bitterness thou art too tender, I cannot pour my red soul into thee. […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. North and South. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) North and South O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams! There time and life move lazily along. There by the banks of blue-and-silver streams Grass-sheltered crickets chirp incessant song, Gay-colored lizards loll all through the day, Their […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Morning Joy. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Morning Joy At night the wide and level stretch of wold, Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold, Far as the eye could see was ghostly white; Dark was the night save for the snow’s weird light. […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Memorial. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Memorial Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my wondering gaze Gleamed rarely, softly throbbing in the night. I touched your flesh with reverential hands, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. In Bondage. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) In Bondage I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is kind, and ever yields Her goodly gifts to all her children free; Where life is fairer, lighter, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. I Know My Soul. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) I Know My Soul I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see it like a star against the sky, A twitching body quivering in space, A spark […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Harlem Shadows. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Harlem Shadows I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see the shapes of girls who pass To bend and barter at desire’s call. Ah, little dark girls who in slippered feet […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Futility. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Futility Oh, I have tried to laugh the pain away, Let new flames brush my love-springs like a feather. But the old fever seizes me to-day, As sickness grips a soul in wretched weather. I have given up myself […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Reproach. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Reproach Had I but known yesterday, Helen, you could discharge the ache Out of the cloud; Had I known yesterday you could take The turgid electric ache away, Drink it up with your proud White body, as lovely white lightning Is drunk […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Flower of Love. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Flower of Love The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this moment rare and tense I worship at your breast. The flower is blown, The saffron petals […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Flirtation. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Flirtation UPON thy purple mat thy body bare Is fine and limber like a tender tree. The motion of thy supple form is rare, Like a lithe panther lolling languidly, Toying and turning slowly in her lair. Oh, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Exhortation: Summer 1919. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Exhortation: Summer 1919 Through the pregnant universe rumbles life’s terrific thunder, And Earth’s bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, Lightning-torches flame the heavens, kindling souls of men, thereunder: Africa! long ages sleeping, O my motherland, awake! […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Enslaved. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Enslaved Oh when I think of my long-suffering race, For weary centuries despised, oppressed, Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place In the great life line of the Christian West; And in the Black Land disinherited, Robbed in the ancient country of its […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. December, 1919. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) December, 1919 Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt down against your knee. And tears gushed from my heart, mother, And passed beyond its wall, But though the fountain […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Dawn in New York. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Dawn in New York The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan’s roofs and spires and cheerless domes! The Dawn! My spirit to its spirit thrills. Almost the mighty city […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Baptism. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Baptism Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in–for thus ’’tis sweet– Into the weird depths of the hottest zone. I will not quiver in the frailest bone, You will not […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. America. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) America Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Alfonso, Dressing to Wait at Table. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Alfonso, Dressing to Wait at Table Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, His eyes were made to capture women’s hearts. Down in the glory-hole […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. After the Winter. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) After the Winter Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night, We’ll turn our faces southward, love, Toward the summer isle Where bamboos spire to shafted […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Worm Either Way. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Worm Either Way If you live along with all the other people and are just like them, and conform, and are nice you’re just a worm – and if you live with all the other people and you don’t like them […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Adolescence. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Adolescence There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o’clocks would fold up at day’s close Pink-white in prayer, and ’neath the floating moon I lay with them in calm and sweet repose. And in the open […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Absence. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Absence Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool, Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb, Of a fruit-filled lemon tree when […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. A Red Flower. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) A Red Flower Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown bee buries deep its head, When still the dawn’s a silver sea of light. Your […]