English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Aftermath. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Aftermath I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my heart, a fragment newly clipped From the mosaic of life; its blues and grays, Its throbbing reds, I gave to earn your […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Diya. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Diya Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon the grass. And every gust Of light night wind comes laden with the scent Of opening flowers which never bloom by day: Night-scented […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Fool’s Money Bags. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Fool’s Money Bags Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His eyes are wet and urgent, And his body is taut and shaking. It is cold on the terrace; A pale […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Number 3 on the Docket. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Number 3 on the Docket The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain’t got nothin’ to say. Nothin’! I told the perlice I hadn’t nothin’. They know’d real well ’twas me. Ther warn’t no supposin’, Ketchin’ me in the woods as they did, An’ […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Fruit Garden Path. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Fruit Garden Path The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose. ’T is reckless prodigality which throws Into […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Fool Errant. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Fool Errant The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A vigorous youth, but with no wish to walk, Yet his longing was great for the distant town. He whistled a […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. In a Garden. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) In a Garden Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble their feet And rustle to a passing wind, The water fills the garden with its rushing, In the midst of […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Mirage. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Mirage How is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee? No loneliness is this, nor misery, But great content that these should be the ways Whereby the Fancy, dreaming as she strays, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Shadow. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Shadow Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly be vexed. Of all His customers the old prelate Was the most important, for his state Descended to his watches and […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. March Evening. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) March Evening Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light, Wet, black branches are barred and entwined. Sodden and spongy, the scarce-green grass plot Dents into pools where a […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. Life a Cheat. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) Life a Cheat When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blessed With some […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Crowned. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Crowned You came to me bearing bright roses, Red like the wine of your heart; You twisted them into a garland To set me aside from the mart. Red roses to crown me your lover, And I walked aureoled and apart. Enslaved and […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Climbing. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Climbing High up in the apple tree climbing I go, With the sky above me, the earth below. Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair Which leads to the town I see shining up there. Climbing, climbing, higher and higher, The […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Stupidity. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Stupidity Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch I broke and bruised your rose. I hardly could suppose It were a thing so fragile that my clutch Could kill it, thus. It stood so proudly up upon its stem, I knew no thought […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Lamp of Life. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Lamp of Life Always we are following a light, Always the light recedes; with groping hands We stretch toward this glory, while the lands We journey through are hidden from our sight Dim and mysterious, folded deep in night, We care not, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Lady. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Lady You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. In your eyes Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes, And the perfume of your soul Is vague […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Temple. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Temple Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the cupped, arched blue Of Heaven it rose. Its flickering tongues up-drew And vanished in the sunshine. How it came We guessed not, nor what thing could be its […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Promise of the Morning Star. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Promise of the Morning Star Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee for this gift of art Poured out so lavishly, and not in vain. What thou created never […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Leisure. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Leisure Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled By shortening moments, when no gaunt presage Of undone duties, modern heritage, Haunted our happy minds; must thou withhold Thy presence […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. An Aquarium. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) An Aquarium Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver — gold – Grey-green opaqueness sliding down, With sharp white bubbles Shooting and dancing, Flinging quickly outward. Nosing the bubbles, Swallowing them, Fish. Blue shadows against silver-saffron […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Vintage. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Vintage I will mix me a drink of stars, – Large stars with polychrome needles, Small stars jetting maroon and crimson, Cool, quiet, green stars. I will tear them out of the sky, And squeeze them over an old silver cup, And I […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. An Ode, On the Death of Mr. Henry Purcell. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) An Ode, On the Death of Mr. Henry Purcell Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter’s Westminster I Mark how the Lark and Linnet Sing, With rival Notes They strain their warbling Throats, To […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Blockhead. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Blockhead Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted dust Covers the formless heap. Reprieves, delays, There are none, ever. As a monk who prays The sliding beads asunder, so […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Hero-Worship. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Hero-Worship A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment life is changed, and we Become of more heroic temper, meet To freely ask and give, a man complete Radiant because of […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Apology. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Apology Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light in every eye, As I go by. Each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze, Blinded by rainbow haze, The stuff of happiness, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Fragment (What is poetry? Is it a mosaic). Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Fragment (What is poetry? Is it a mosaic) What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that’s taught By patient labor any hue to take And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make Beauty […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Allies. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Allies August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats against the hard winds, and binds the head of the serpent to its tail, the long snail-slow serpent of […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Venetian Glass. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Venetian Glass As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the sailing of his little boat, On tightening ropes and shaping fair his course, Hears suddenly, across the restless sea, The rhythmic […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Fruit Shop. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Fruit Shop Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered her little brows into As she picked her dainty passage through The dusty street. ”Ah, Mademoiselle, A dirty pathway, we […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. In Darkness. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) In Darkness Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life’s brightest stars rise from a troubled sea? Must years go by in sad uncertainty Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows, Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows All […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Lead Soldiers. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Lead Soldiers The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. Miniature rockets peppering the black bricks with golden stars, as though a gala flamed a night of victorious wars. […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Way. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Way At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of roses Whose blossoms were poised above leaves as pond lilies float on the water, While hidden […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. Happy the Man. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) * * * Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine The joys I have […]
English Poetry. William Blake. To Be Or Not To Be. Уильям Блейк. Быть иль не быть, вот в чем
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) * * * To be or not to be Of great capacity, Like Sir Isaac Newton, Or Locke, or Doctor South, Or Sherlock upon Death - I’d rather be Sutton! For he did build a house For aged men and youth, With walls […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Azure and Gold. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Azure and Gold April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the mountain beds. Across a deep-sunken stream The pink of blossoming trees, And from windless appleblooms The humming of many bees. […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Wind. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Wind He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, He twirls my kite till it breaks its string. Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, Whistling, howling, rainy wind, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Taxi. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Taxi When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Crescent Moon. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Crescent Moon Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down soon? On my nursery window-sill Will you stay your steady flight? And then float away with me Through the summer […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. To a Friend. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) To a Friend I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Dreams. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Dreams I do not care to talk to you although Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies, And all my being’s silent harmonies Wake trembling into music. When you go It is as if some sudden, dreadful blow Had severed all the strings with […]