English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Butch Weldy. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Butch Weldy After I got religion and steadied down They gave me a job in the canning works, And every morning I had to fill The tank in the yard with gasoline, That fed the blow-fires in the sheds To heat […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Lydia Humphrey. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Lydia Humphrey Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church, With my Bible under my arm Till I was gray and old; Unwedded, alone in the world, Finding brothers and sisters in the congregation, And children in the […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Home. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Home How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. That sun surveys a lovely scene From softly smiling skies; And wildly through unnumbered trees The wind of winter sighs: Now loud, […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Percival Sharp. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Percival Sharp Observe the clasped hands! Are they hands of farewell or greeting, Hands that I helped or hands that helped me? Would it not be well to carve a hand With an inverted thumb, like Elagabalus? And yonder is a […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. John Ballard. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) John Ballard In the lust of my strength I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me: I might as well have cursed the stars. In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute And I cursed […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Many Soldiers. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Many Soldiers The idea danced before us as a flag; The sound of martial music; The thrill of carrying a gun; Advancement in the world on coming home; A glint of glory, wrath for foes; A dream of duty to country […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Herbert Marshall. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Herbert Marshall All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me Sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness Of spirit and contempt of your soul’s rights Which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you. You really grew to hate me […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Doc Hill. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Doc Hill I went up and down the streets Here and there by day and night, Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick. Do you know why? My wife hated me, my son went to […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Benjamin Fraser. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Benjamin Fraser Their spirits beat upon mine Like the wings of a thousand butterflies. I closed my eyes and felt their spirits vibrating. I closed my eyes, yet I knew when their lashes Fringed their cheeks from downcast eyes, And when […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Wendell P. Bloyd. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Wendell P. Bloyd They first charged me with disorderly conduct, There being no statute on blasphemy. Later they locked me up as insane Where I was beaten to death by a Catholic guard. My offense was this: I said God lied […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Griffy the Cooper. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Griffy the Cooper The cooper should know about tubs. But I learned about life as well, And you who loiter around these graves Think you know life. You think your eye sweeps about a wide horizon, perhaps, […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Jeremy Carlisle. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Jeremy Carlisle Passer-by, sin beyond any sin Is the sin of blindness of souls to other souls. And joy beyond any joy is the joy Of having the good in you seen, and seeing the good At the miraculous moment! Here […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Willard Fluke. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Willard Fluke My wife lost her health, And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds. Then that woman, whom the men Styled Cleopatra, came along. And we — we married ones All broke our vows, myself among the rest. Years passed […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. A Hymn. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) A Hymn Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in every sound. If e’er thine ear in mercy bent When wretched mortals cried to thee, And if indeed thy Son was sent […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Judson Stoddard. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Judson Stoddard On a mountain top above the clouds That streamed like a sea below me I said that peak is the thought of Budda, And that one is the prayer of Jesus, And this one is the dream of Plato, […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Andy the Night-Watch. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Andy the Night-Watch In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted hickory cane, I slipped about with a bull’s-eye lantern From door to door on the square, As the midnight […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Thatchèn o’ the Rick. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Thatchèn o’ the Rick As I wer out in meäd last week, A-thatchèn o’ my little rick, There green young ee-grass, ankle-high, Did sheen below the cloudless sky; An’ over hedge in tother groun’, Among the bennets dry an’ brown, My […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Be’mi’ster. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Be’mi’ster Sweet Be’mi’ster, that bist a-bound By green an’ woody hills all round, Wi’ hedges, reachèn up between A thousan’ vields o’ zummer green, Where elems’ lofty heads do drow Their sheädes vor haÿ-meakers below, An’ wild hedge-flow’rs do charm the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Polly be-èn upzides wi’ Tom. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Polly be-èn upzides wi’ Tom Ah! yesterday, d’ye know, I voun’ Tom Dumpy’s cwoat an’ smock-frock, down Below the pollard out in groun’; An’ zoo I slyly stole An’ took the smock-frock up, an’ tack’d The sleeves an’ collar up, an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. I got two Vields. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. I got two Vields I got two vields, an’ I don’t ceäre What squire mid have a bigger sheäre. My little zummer-leäze do stratch All down the hangèn, to a patch O’ meäd between a hedge an’ rank Ov elems, an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Clote. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Clote (Water-lily.) O zummer clote! when the brook’s a-glidèn So slow an’ smooth down his zedgy bed, Upon thy broad leaves so seäfe a-ridèn The water’s top wi’ thy yollow head, By alder’s heads, O, An’ bulrush beds, O. […]
English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. The Last Leaf. Джоанна Бейли.
Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) The Last Leaf THOU last pale relic from yon widow’d tree, Hovering awhile in air, as if to leave Thy native sprig reluctant, how I grieve, And heave the sigh of kindred sympathy, That thou art fall’n!—for I too whilom play’d Upon the […]
English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. A Child to His Sick Grandfather. Джоанна Бейли.
Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) A Child to His Sick Grandfather GRAND-DAD , they say you’re old and frail, Your stiffened legs begin to fail: Your staff, no more my pony now, Supports your body bending low, While back to wall you lean so sad, I’m vex’d to see […]
English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. A Reverie. Джоанна Бейли.
Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) A Reverie Beside a spreading elm, from whose high boughs Like knotted tufts the crow’s light dwelling shows, Where screen’d from northern blasts, and winter proof, Snug stands the parson’s barn with thatched roof; At chaff-strew’d door, where, in the morning ray, The gilded […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Call Me Away. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Call Me Away Call me away; there’s nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And hasten far away. To our beloved land I’ll flee, Our land of thought and soul, Where I have roved so oft […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Thou Hearest the Nightingale Begin the Song of Spring. Уильям Блейк. Ты слышишь, первый соловей заводит песнь весны
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) * * * Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring. The Lark sitting upon his earthy bed, just as the morn Appears, listens silent; then springing from the waving Cornfield, loud He leads the Choir of Day: trill, trill, trill, trill, Mounting […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма на Уильяма Грэхема из Мосскноу, эсквайра
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe “Stop thief!” dame Nature call’d to Death, As Willy drew his latest breath; How shall I make a fool again? My choicest model thou hast ta’en. 1794 Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма на Уильяма Грэхема из Мосскноу, эсквайра […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Lines Written on a Tumbler. Роберт Бернс. Стихи, начертанные на бокале
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Lines Written on a Tumbler You’re welcome, Willie Stewart; You’re welcome, Willie Stewart; There’s ne’er a flower that blooms in May, That’s half sae welcome’s thou art. Come, bumpers high, express your joy, The bowl we maun renew it; The tappit-hen, gae bring […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To Mr. Mackenzie, Surgeon, Mauchline. Роберт Бернс. Мистеру Макензи, хирургу из Мо́хлина
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To Mr. Mackenzie, Surgeon, Mauchline Friday first’s the day appointed By the Right Worshipful anointed, To hold our grand procession; To get a blad o’ Johnie’s morals, And taste a swatch o’ Manson’s barrels I’ the way of our profession. The Master and […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To the Beautiful Eliza J –– n. Роберт Бернс. На красавицу Элизу Д –– н
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To the Beautiful Eliza J –– n How, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee named? And Equality too! hussey, art not asthamed? Free and Equal, indeed? while mankind thou enchainest, And over their hearts a proud despot thou reignest! 1794 Перевод на русский […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Addressed to a Lady Whom the Author Feared He Had Offended. Роберт Бернс. Стихи, написанные для некоей Леди из боязни, что Автор мог нечаянно обидеть её
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Addressed to a Lady Whom the Author Feared He Had Offended Rusticity’s ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart is nobly warm, The good excuse will find. Propriety’s cold cautious rules Warm fervour may o’erlook; But spare poor sensibility […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Evenèn Star o’ Zummer. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Evenèn Star o’ Zummer When vu’st along theäse road vrom mill, I zeed ye hwome all up the hill, The poplar tree, so straïght an’ tall, Did rustle by the watervall; An’ in the leäze the cows war all A-lyèn […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 5. My Treasures. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. Ребёнок, играющий один. 5. Мои сокровища
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 5. My Treasures These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest, Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest, Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and me In a wood […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Sky a-cleärèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Sky a-cleärèn The drevèn scud that overcast The zummer sky is all a-past, An’ softer aïr, a-blowèn drough The quiv’rèn boughs, do sheäke the vew Last raïn drops off the leaves lik’ dew; An’ peäviers, now a-gettèn dry, Do steam […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Meäd a-mow’d. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Meäd a-mow’d When sheädes do vail into ev’ry hollow, An’ reach vrom trees half athirt the groun’; An’ banks an’ walls be a-lookèn yollow, That be a-turn’d to the zun gwaïn down; Drough haÿ in cock, O, We all do […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time His aunt an’ uncle,—ah! the kind Wold souls be often in my mind: A better couple never stood In shoes, an’ vew be voun’ so good. She cheer’d the work-vo’k in their […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Yes, Mary Ann. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Yes, Mary Ann Song Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant, The charms of Henry’s eyes I see; But while I gaze, I something want, I want those eyes — to gaze on me. And I allow, in Henry’s heart Not Envy’s […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song from Torrismond. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song from Torrismond How many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall’n year, Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of Eternity: So many times do I love thee, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song from the Second Brother. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song from the Second Brother STREW not earth with empty stars, Strew it not with roses, Nor feathers from the crest of Mars, Nor summer’s idle posies. ‘Tis not the primrose-sandalled moon, Nor cold and silent morn, Nor he that climbs the dusty […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty Sonnet Snowdrop of dogs, with ear of brownest dye, Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree Which shudders in black autumn; though by thee, Of hearing careless and untutored eye, Not understood articulate speech of men […]