English Poetry. Claude McKay. A Prayer. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) A Prayer ’Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; I stumble as I fare along Earth’s way; keep me from falling. Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night: I can […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. A Memory of June. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) A Memory of June When June comes dancing o’er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering in her day, And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, I always see the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Through Agony. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Through Agony I All night, through the eternity of night, Pain was my potion though I could not feel. Deep in my humbled heart you ground your heel, Till I was reft of even my inner light, Till reason from my mind had […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. One Year After. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) One Year After I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided being wholly free. Not all thy potent passion could remove The barrier that loomed between to prove The full supreme […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. If We Must Die. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) If We Must Die If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursèd lot. If we must die, O let us […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Absolute Explains. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Absolute Explains I ‘O no,’ said It: ‘her lifedoings Time’s touch hath not destroyed: They lie their length, with the throbbing things Akin them, down the Void, Live, unalloyed. II ‘Know, Time is toothless, seen all through; The Present, that men […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Freed the Fret of Thinking. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * Freed the fret of thinking, Light of lot were we, Song with service linking Like to bird or bee: Chancing bale unblinking, Freed the fret of thinking On mortality! Had not thought-endowment Beings ever known, What Life once or […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Intimates. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Intimates Don’t you care for my love? she said bitterly. I handed her the mirror, and said: Please address these questions to the proper person! Please make all requests to head-quarters! In all matters of emotional importance please approach the supreme […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph on a Person Nicknamed ‘The Marquis,’ Who Desired Burns to Write One on Him. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия некоему джентльмену по прозвищу «Маркиз», пожелавшему, чтобы Роберт Бернс и для него сочинил что-нибудь «посмертное»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph on a Person Nicknamed ‘The Marquis,’ Who Desired Burns to Write One on Him Here lies a mock Marquis whose titles were shamm’d, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn’d. 1794 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия некоему джентльмену по прозвищу […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Ambition and Art. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Ambition and Art Ambition I am the maid of the lustrous eyes Of great fruition, Whom the sons of men that are over-wise Have called Ambition. And the world’s success is the only goal I have within me; The meanest […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Two Devines. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Two Devines It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant clash that the shear-blades make When the fastest shearers are making play; But there […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Lay of the Motor-Car. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Lay of the Motor-Car We’re away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems to slide underneath. As an eagle might sweep through the sky, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Reverend Mullineux. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Reverend Mullineux I’d reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, And his height as five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock And a walk as brisk as a bantam-cock — Game as a bantam, too, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Federal Bus Conductor and the Old Lady. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Federal Bus Conductor and the Old Lady Now ’urry, Mrs New South Wales, and come along of us, We’re all a-goin’ ridin’ in the Federation ’bus. A fam’ly party, don’t you know — yes, Queenslans’s comin’, too, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Silent Shearer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Silent Shearer Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of the shed and the station. The shearers christened him Noisy Ned, With […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Shearing at Castlereagh. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Shearing at Castlereagh The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot, There’s five-and-thirty shearers here a-shearing for the loot, So stir yourselves, you penners-up, and shove the sheep along — The musterers are fetching them […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Our Mat. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Our Mat It came from the prison this morning, Close-twisted, neat-lettered, and flat; It lies the hall doorway adorning, A very good style of a mat. Prison-made! how the spirit is moven As we think […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Saltbush Bill. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Saltbush Bill Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey — A man must cover with travelling sheep a six-mile stage a day; But this is the law which the drovers make, right easily […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. The Ship of Death. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс. Корабль смерти
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) The Ship of Death I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves. And it is time to […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Swagman’s Rest. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Swagman’s Rest We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the old man’s grave For fear that his ghost might walk; We carved his name […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. With the Cattle. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) With the Cattle The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before the cattle die. We muster up with weary hearts At breaking of the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Corner Man. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Corner Man I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, When fancies come and go To vex a man in his soothing sleep With thoughts of awful woe — I dreamed that I was the corner […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Gilhooley’s Estate. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Gilhooley’s Estate Oh, Mr Gilhooley he turned up his toes, As most of you know, soon or late; And Jones was a lawyer, as everyone knows, So they took him to Gilhooley’s Estate. Gilhooley in life had […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Scottish Engineer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Scottish Engineer With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of ”Forty-nine”. And the veldt-fire flamed on the hills ahead, Like a blood-red beacon sign. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Typographical. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Typographical The Editor wrote his political screed In ink that was fainter and fainter; He rose to the call of his country’s need, And in spiderish characters wrote with speed, A column on ”Cutting the Painter”. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Seven Ages of Wise. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Seven Ages of Wise Parliament’s a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his time play many parts, His acts being seven changes. First the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Shearing with a Hoe. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Shearing with a Hoe The track that led to Carmody’s is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their own; The mountain rains have cut the track that once we used to know When […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Dauntless Three. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Dauntless Three Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no more. By his Caucus Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Song of the Artesian Water. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Song of the Artesian Water Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we’re sick of prayers and Providence — we’re going to do without; With the derricks up above us and the […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. A Baby Running Barefoot. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) A Baby Running Barefoot When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind, They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water; And the sight of their white […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Commandeering. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Commandeering Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed the air He mopped up all the atmosphere — so little went to spare You could hardly […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Cassidy’s Epitaph. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Cassidy’s Epitaph Here lies a bloke who’s just gone West, A Number One Australian; He took his gun and did his best To mitigate the alien. So long as he could get to work He needed […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of Cockatoo Dock. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of Cockatoo Dock Of all the docks upon the blue There was no dockyard, old or new, To touch the dock at Cockatoo. Of all the ministerial clan There was no nicer, worthier man […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Walgett Episode. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Walgett Episode The sun strikes down with a blinding glare; The skies are blue and the plains are wide, The saltbush plains that are burnt and bare By Walgett out on the Barwon side — The […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Song of the Future. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Song of the Future ’Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet’s voice of truth To sing for us a wondrous song. Our chiefest singer yet […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Song of the Wheat. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Song of the Wheat We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and lonely ways Thin, white battalions creep. But the man who now by the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Last Week. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Last Week Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, But he should have gone there last week. He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun, But of turkey of duck saw never a one, For he […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Black Harry’s Team. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Black Harry’s Team No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; For mountain-bred and mountain-broke, With sullen eyes agleam, No stranger’s hand could […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Saltbush Bill’s Gamecock. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Saltbush Bill’s Gamecock ’Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times Run, and he came to the Take ’Em Down; He counted through at the boundary gate, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Come-by-Chance. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Come-by-Chance As I pondered very weary o’er a volume long and dreary — For the plot was void of interest; ’twas the Postal Guide, in fact — There I learnt the true location, distance, size and population Of […]