English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Marie Bateson. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Marie Bateson You observe the carven hand With the index finger pointing heavenward. That is the direction, no doubt. But how shall one follow it? It is well to abstain from murder and lust, To forgive, do good to others, worship […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Robert Fulton Tanner. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Robert Fulton Tanner If a man could bite the giant hand That catchs and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat While demonstrating my patent trap, In my hardware store that day. But a man can never avenge himself […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Lyman King. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Lyman King You may think, passer-by, that Fate Is a pit-fall outside of yourself, Around which you may walk by the use of foresight And wisdom. Thus you believe, viewing the lives of other men, As one who in God-like fashion […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Rain in My Heart. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Rain in My Heart There is a quiet in my heart Like on who rests from days of pain. Outside, the sparrows on the roof Are chirping in the dripping rain. Rain in my heart; rain on the roof; And memory […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Fiddler Jones. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Fiddler Jones The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, Why, fiddle you must and for all your life. What do you see, a harvest ofclover? Or […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. George Gray. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) George Gray I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me – A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. A-Haulèn o’ the Corn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. A-Haulèn o’ the Corn Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr’d The piece o’ corn in Zidelèn Plot, An’ work’d about it pretty hard, An’ vound the weather pretty hot. ’Twer all a-tied an’ zet upright In tidy hile o’ Monday night; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Corn a-turnèn Yollow. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Corn a-turnèn Yollow The windless copse ha’ sheädy boughs, Wi’ blackbirds’ evenèn whistles; The hills ha’ sheep upon their brows, The zummerleäze ha’ thistles: The meäds be gaÿ in grassy Maÿ, But, oh! vrom hill to hollow, Let me look down […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Beginning. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Beginning Some day I shall rise and leave my friends And seek you again through the world’s far ends, You whom I found so fair (Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!), My only god in the days that were. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Veäiries. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Veäiries Eclogue Simon an’ Samel. SIMON. There’s what the vo’k do call a veäiry ring Out there, lo’k zee. Why, ’tis an oddish thing. SAMEL. Ah! zoo do seem. I wunder how do come! What […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Zummer Evenèn Dance. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Zummer Evenèn Dance Come out to the parrock, come out to the tree, The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee; There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels, Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Readèn ov a Head-stwone. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Readèn ov a Head-stwone As I wer readèn ov a stwone In Grenley church-yard all alwone, A little maïd ran up, wi’ pride To zee me there, an’ push’d a-zide A bunch o’ bennets that did hide A verse her father, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Bees a-Zwarmèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Bees a-Zwarmèn Avore we went a-milkèn, vive Or six o’s here wer all alive A-teäkèn bees that zwarm’d vrom hive; An’ we’d sich work to catch The hummèn rogues, they led us sich A dance all over hedge an’ ditch; An’ […]
English Poetry. Katharine Lee Bates. Russia. Кэтрин Ли Бейтс.
Katharine Lee Bates (Кэтрин Ли Бейтс) Russia WHAT sudden voice peals to the Caucasus, To Finland and the bitter Caspian, To those Siberian prisons whither man Shall seek as to a shrine, that mutinous, Divine word Liberty? Impetuous She rises, Holy Russia, shakes the ban From her stooped […]
English Poetry. Katharine Lee Bates. Above the Battle. Кэтрин Ли Бейтс.
Katharine Lee Bates (Кэтрин Ли Бейтс) Above the Battle Honor and pity for the smitten field, The valorous ranks mown down like precious corn, Whose want must famish love morn after morn, Till Death, the good physician, shall have healed The craving and the tearspent eyelids sealed. Proud […]
English Poetry. Katharine Lee Bates. The Retinue. Кэтрин Ли Бейтс.
Katharine Lee Bates (Кэтрин Ли Бейтс) The Retinue Archduke Francis Ferdinand, Austrian Heir-Apparent, Rideth through the Shadow Land, not a lone knight errant, But captain of a mighty train, millions upon millions, Armies of the battle-slain, hordes of dim civilians; German ghosts who see their works with tortured […]
English Poetry. Katharine Lee Bates. Yellow Warblers. Кэтрин Ли Бейтс.
Katharine Lee Bates (Кэтрин Ли Бейтс) Yellow Warblers The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes, I looked out to the oak that, winter-long, — a winter wild with war and woe and wrong — Beyond my casement had been void […]
English Poetry. Katharine Lee Bates. Don’t You See?. Кэтрин Ли Бейтс.
Katharine Lee Bates (Кэтрин Ли Бейтс) Don’t You See? The day was hotter than words can tell, So hot the jelly-fish wouldn’t jell. The halibut went all to butter, And the catfish had only force to utter A faint sea-mew — aye, though some have doubted, The carp […]
English Poetry. Katharine Lee Bates. At Stonehenge. Кэтрин Ли Бейтс.
Katharine Lee Bates (Кэтрин Ли Бейтс) At Stonehenge Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well, Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror, An ancient woe, colossal citadel Of some fierce faith, some heaven-affronting error. Rude-built, as if young Titans on this wold Once played […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Clouds. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Clouds Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow Up to the white moon’s hidden loveliness. Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless, And turn […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Nobody Comes. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Nobody Comes Tree-leaves labour up and down, And through them the fainting light Succumbs to the crawl of night. Outside in the road the telegraph wire To the town from the darkening land Intones to travellers like a spectral lyre Swept by a […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Weary Walker. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Weary Walker A plain in front of me, And there’s the road Upon it. Wide country, And, too, the road! Past the first ridge another, And still the road Creeps on. Perhaps no other Ridge for the road? Ah! Past […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Light Snow-Fall after Frost. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Light Snow-Fall after Frost On the flat road a man at last appears: How much his whitening hairs Owe to the settling snow’s mute anchorage, And how much to a life’s rough pilgrimage, One cannot certify. The frost is on the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Sheep Fair. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Sheep Fair The day arrives of the autumn fair, And torrents fall, Though sheep in throngs are gathered there, Ten thousand all, Sodden, with hurdles round them reared: And, lot by lot, the pens are cleared, And the auctioneer wrings out his […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Night-Time in Mid-Fall. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Night-Time in Mid-Fall It is a storm-strid night, winds footing swift Through the blind profound; I know the happenings from their sound; Leaves totter down still green, and spin and drift; The tree-trunks rock to their roots, which wrench and lift The loam […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Life and Death at Sunrise. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Life and Death at Sunrise (Near Dogbury Gate, 1867) The hills uncap their tops Of woodland, pasture, copse, And look on the layers of mist At their foot that still persist: They are like awakened sleepers on one elbow lifted, Who gaze […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Thanksgiving for Victory. Роберт Бернс. Национальные торжества по случаю победы над врагом
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Thanksgiving for Victory Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks? To murder men, and give God thanks? Desist for shame! proceed no further! God won’t accept your thanks for murther! 1793 Перевод на русский язык Национальные торжества по случаю победы над врагом Да прекратите, подлые […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Maria Dancing. Роберт Бернс. Мария танцующая
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Maria Dancing How gracefully Maria leads the dance! She’s life itself. I never saw a foot So nimble and so elegant; it speaks, And the sweet whispering poetry it makes Shames the musician. Adriano, or The First of June. Перевод на русский […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Fragment («No cold approach, no altered mien…»). Роберт Бернс. Фрагмент («Нас развела не свара волчья…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Fragment («No cold approach, no altered mien…») No cold approach, no altered mien; Just what would make suspicion start; No pause the dire extremes between, – He made me blest, and broke my heart. 1792 Перевод на русский язык Фрагмент («Нас развела не […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Twilight. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Twilight So Mary died last night! To-day The news has travelled here. And Robert died at Michaelmas, And Walter died last year. I went at sunset up the lane, I lingered by the stile; I saw the dusky fields that stretched Before […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. A Channel Passage. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) A Channel Passage The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I must think hard of something, or be sick; And could think hard of only one thing — YOU! You, you […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Translated from Geibel. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Translated from Geibel O say, thou wild, thou oft deceived heart, What mean these noisy throbbings in my breast? After thy long, unutterable woe Wouldst thou not rest? Fall’n from Life’s tree the sweet rose-blossom lies, And fragrant youth has fled. What […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To Vernon Lee. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To Vernon Lee On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The peasant’s plot, between the corn-shoots sprung. Over the grey, low wall the olive flung Her deeper greyness ; far […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To Sylvia. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To Sylvia ”O love, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow”– Such was the song you sang to me Once, long ago. Such was the song you sang; and yet (O be not wroth!) I scarcely knew […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To Clementina Black. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To Clementina Black More blest than was of old Diogenes, I have not held my lantern up in vain. Not mine, at least, this evil–to complain: ”There is none honest among all of these.” Our hopes go down that sailed before the […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Two Terrors. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Two Terrors Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years; A weary, winding train of maidens they, With forward-fronting eyes, too sad for tears; Upon whose kindred faces, blank and grey, […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Sequel to a Reminiscence. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Sequel to a Reminiscence Not in the street and not in the square, The street and square where you went and came; With shuttered casement your house stands bare, Men hush their voice when they speak your name. I, too, can […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Promise of Sleep. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Promise of Sleep Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind, The dreams from out thy breast; No joy for thee–but thou shalt find Thy rest All day I could not work for woe, I could not work nor rest; […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Piano-Organ. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Piano-Organ My student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my head. I open the garret window, Let the music in and the moon; See the woman grin for coppers, While […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The First Extra. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The First Extra A Waltz Song. O sway, and swing, and sway, And swing, and sway, and swing! Ah me, what bliss like unto this, Can days and daylight bring? A rose beneath your feet Has fallen from my head; Its odour […]