English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Before Dawn. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Before Dawn Life! Austere arbiter of each man’s fate, By whom he learns that Nature’s steadfast laws Are as decrees immutable; O pause Your even forward march! Not yet too late Teach me the needed lesson, when to wait Inactive as a ship […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Gift. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Gift See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres To recommend them. Also the scent […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Giver of Stars. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Giver of Stars Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled coolness, That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest, Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory. Let […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Red Slippers. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Red Slippers Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet! Amy Lowell’s other poems: The Fool Errant The Cyclists The Paper Windmill To Elizabeth Ward Perkins The Green Bowl 903 To […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. September 1913. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) September 1913 What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the marrow from the bone? For men were born to pray […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Forsaken. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Forsaken Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, all day I have been coming, and I ache for such far roaming. I cannot walk as light as […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Painted Ceiling. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Painted Ceiling My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, and stairs that go down, And such beautiful, slippery floors. But of all of the rooms, even mother’s and mine, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. To an Early Daffodil. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) To an Early Daffodil Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer’s myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers Does warm thee into being, through the ring Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling Thy […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Trout. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Trout Naughty little speckled trout, Can’t I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the water every day? Do you pull the Naiads’ hair Hiding in the lilies there? Do you hunt for fishes’ eggs, Or […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Astigmatism. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Astigmatism To Ezra Pound;With much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinion Amy Lowell’s other poems: The Fool Errant The Cyclists The Paper Windmill Francis II, King of Naples To Elizabeth Ward Perkins 927 To the dedicated […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Foreigner. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Foreigner Have at you, you Devils! My back’s to this tree, For you’re nothing so nice That the hind-side of me Would escape your assault. Come on now, all three! Here’s a dandified gentleman, Rapier at point, And a wrist which whirls […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Green Bowl. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Green Bowl This little bowl is like a mossy pool In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow Nodding in chequered sunshine of the trees; A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds, Where, though unseen, is heard the endless song […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Matrix. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Matrix Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock which never stays, Shredding our portion of Eternity, We break away at last, and steal the key Which hides a world […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging. So for a moment I […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Sword Blades and Poppy Seed. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Sword Blades and Poppy Seed A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran and hid among the staves Of an old wharf. A watery light Touched bleak the granite bridge, and […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. A Deep-Sworn Vow. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) A Deep-Sworn Vow OTHERS because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Little Garden. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Little Garden A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The sun’s pale glow Is scarcely able to melt patches wide About the single rose bush. All denied Of nature’s tender […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Japanese Wood-Carving. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Japanese Wood-Carving High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it was a waving tree And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves Of forest trees, in a thick eastern […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. At Night. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) At Night The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze Is this, though hot July is at its height, Gone is her gentler music; with delight She listens to this booming […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The End. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The End Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul Of sundering darkness. Unrelenting, fain To batter down resistance, fall again Stroke after stroke, insistent diastole, The bitter […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Tulip Garden. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Tulip Garden Guarded within the old red wall’s embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight. What bold grace Sets off their tunics, white with crimson lace! Here are platoons of gold-frocked […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Listening. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Listening ’T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets forth the pent-up melody inside, Your spirit’s harmony, which clear and strong Sings but of you. Throughout your whole life long Your […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Music. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Music The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round notes flutter and tap about the room, And hit against each other, Blurring to unexpected chords. It is very beautiful, With the […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Song. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Song Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run; Holding up A scent-brimmed cup, Full of summer’s fragrance to the summer sun. Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Happiness. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Happiness Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty quietness, No delight, and no distress. Happiness to me is wine, Effervescent, superfine. Full of tang and fiery pleasure, Far too hot […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Patience. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Patience Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills An anguish, gathers earth to lie Embraced and girdled. Do the sun-filled men Feel patience then? Be patient with you? When the […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. The Lake Isle of Innisfree. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) The Lake Isle of Innisfree I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Winter Ride. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Winter Ride Who shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather, Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light. Everything mortal has moments immortal, Swift and God-gifted, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Patterns. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Patterns I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jewelled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. As […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Summer. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Summer Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any great endeavor, To them the fields and woods are closest friends, And they hold dear communion with the hills; The voice of […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Petals. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Petals Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Second Attempt. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Second Attempt Thirty years after I began again An old-time passion: And it seemed as fresh as when The first day ventured on: When mutely I would waft her In Love’s past fashion Dreams much dwelt upon, Dreams I wished she knew. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Last Leaf. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Last Leaf ‘The leaves throng thick above: – Well, I’ll come back, dear Love, When they all are down!’ She watched that August tree, (None now scorned summer as she), Till it broidered it brown. And then October came blowing, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Street. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Street (Song) Only acquaintances Seem do we, Each of whom, meeting, says Civilly ‘Good morning.’ – Yes: thus we appear to be! But far, near, left and right, Here or there, By day or dingiest night, Everywhere I see […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On a Swearing Coxcomb. Роберт Бернс. На хлыща-сквернослова
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On a Swearing Coxcomb Here cursing swearing Burton lies, A buck, a bean, or Dem-my-eyes! Who in this life did little good. And whose last words were Dem-my-blood! 1794 Перевод на русский язык На хлыща-сквернослова Всю жизнь гремел он, что твоя гроза: «Будь […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. My Bottle. Роберт Бернс. Бутылка («Бутылку ценю, как священную чашу…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) My Bottle My bottle is my holy pool, That heals the wounds o’ care an’ dool, And pleasure is a wanton trout, An’ ye drink it a’ ye’ll find him out. 1790 Перевод на русский язык Бутылка («Бутылку ценю, как священную чашу…») Бутылку ценю, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Will Be Worthy of It. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Will Be Worthy of It I may not reach the heights I seek, My untried strength may fail me; Or, half-way up the mountain peak Fierce tempests may assail me. But though that place I never gain, Herein lies comfort for my […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. A Drunken Man’s Praise Of Sobriety. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) A Drunken Man’s Praise Of Sobriety COME swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore; And therefore keep […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Lines from «Maurine» (I’d rather have my verses win). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lines from «Maurine» (I’d rather have my verses win) I’d rather have my verses win A place in common people’s hearts, Who, toiling through the strife and din Of life’s great thoroughfares, and marts, May read some line […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Over the Alley. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Over the Alley Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak to from morn till night, Though I have a neighbour just over the way. Across the alley that […]