English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Firelight. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Firelight Playing in the fire and twilight together, My little son and I, Suddenly–woefully–I stoop to catch him. ”Try, mother, try!” Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger: ”Hush! cease your play!” What happened? What in that tiny moment Flew away? Katherine […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Fairy Tale. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Fairy Tale Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mountain, A mountain all covered with snow. And he was quite pretty and tiny With beautiful curling fair hair And small […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Evening Song of the Thoughtful Child. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Evening Song of the Thoughtful Child Shadow children, thin and small, Now the day is left behind, You are dancing on the wall, On the curtains, on the blind. On the ceiling, children, too, Peeping round the nursery door, Let me come […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Deaf House Agent. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Deaf House Agent That deaf old man With his hand to his ear– His hand to hi head stood out like a shell, Horny and hollow. He said, ”I can’t hear,” He muttered, ”Don’t shout, I can hear very well!” He mumbled, […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Camomile Tea. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Camomile Tea Outside the sky is light with stars; There’s a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond flowers, The wind is shaking the almond tree. How little I thought, a year ago, In the horrible cottage upon […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Butterfly Laughter. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Butterfly Laughter In the middle of our porridge plates There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we tried who should reach the butterfly first. Then the Grandmother said: ”Do not eat the poor butterfly.” That made us laugh. Always she said […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. A Little Girl’s Prayer. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) A Little Girl’s Prayer Grant me the moment, the lovely moment That I may lean forth to see The other buds, the other blooms, The other leaves on the tree: That I may take into my bosom The breeze that is like […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. A Fine Day. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) A Fine Day After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull, Oh, so special dark and drear, That you told me, ”Mr. […]
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 […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’ Write it in gold – a Spirit of the sun, An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts, A soul with all the dews of pathos shining, Odorous with love, and sweet to silent woe […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song of the Stygian Naiades. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song of the Stygian Naiades Proserpine may pull her flowers, Wet with dew or wet with tears, Red with anger, pale with fears; Is it any fault of ours, If Pluto be an amorous king And come home nightly, laden Under his broad […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. The Storm. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) The Storm I Ran to the forest for shelter, Breathless, half sobbing; I put my arms round a tree, Pillowed my head against the rough bark. “Protect me,” I said. “I am a lost child.” But the tree showered silver drops on my face […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 17. The Land of Nod. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. 17. Страна дремоты
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. 17. The Land of Nod From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have […]
English Poetry. William Blake. And Did Those Feet in Ancient Time. Уильям Блейк. На этот горный склон крутой
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) * * * And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Hebrew Melodies 25. By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat down and Wept. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Еврейские мелодии 25. У вод вавилонских, печалью томимы
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Hebrew Melodies 25. By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat down and Wept I. We sate down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the day When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters, Made Salem’s high […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Spring Wind in London. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Spring Wind in London I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor’s flag unfurled, For me, the uprooted tree. My challenge to the world is hurled; The world must bow to me. I drive the clouds […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. A Little Boy’s Dream. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) A Little Boy’s Dream To and fro, to and fro In my little boat I go Sailing far across the sea All alone, just little me. And the sea is big and strong And the journey very long. To and fro, to and fro […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Prayer of a Soldier in France. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Prayer of a Soldier in France My shoulders ache beneath my pack (Lie easier, Cross, upon His back). I march with feet that burn and smart (Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart). Men shout at me who may not speak (They scourged […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Houses. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Houses (For Aline) When you shall die and to the sky Serenely, delicately go, Saint Peter, when he sees you there, Will clash his keys and say: “Now talk to her, Sir Christopher! And hurry, Michelangelo! She wants to play at building, And […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Mid-ocean in War-time. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Mid-ocean in War-time (For My Mother) The fragile splendour of the level sea, The moon’s serene and silver-veiled face, Make of this vessel an enchanted place Full of white mirth and golden sorcery. Now, for a time, shall careless laughter be Blended with […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Vision. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Vision (For Aline) Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces Looking up into his own and reflecting the joy of his dream, Yet did he seem Gifted with eyes that could follow the gods to their holiest […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. A Blue Valentine. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) A Blue Valentine (For Aline) Monsignore, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court of Heaven, I respectfully salute you, I genuflect And I kiss your episcopal ring. It is not, Monsignore, The fragrant memory […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Waverley. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Waverley 1814-1914 When, on a novel’s newly printed page We find a maudlin eulogy of sin, And read of ways that harlots wander in, And of sick souls that writhe in helpless rage; Or when Romance, bespectacled and sage, Taps on her desk […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Folly. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Folly (For A. K. K.) What distant mountains thrill and glow Beneath our Lady Folly’s tread? Why has she left us, wise in woe, Shrewd, practical, uncomforted? We cannot love or dream or sing, We are too cynical to pray, There is no […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Delicatessen. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Delicatessen Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man’s affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who come to buy his curious wares? Here is a shop of wonderment. From every land has come a prize; Rich spices from […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 31. My Bed is a Boat. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. 31. Моя постель – ладья
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. 31. My Bed is a Boat My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor’s coat And starts me in the dark. At night […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Poets. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Poets Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine. Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath Out of our […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring (For Kenton) An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee And dammed the flood of silver notes That drenched the world in melody. The blosmy […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Martin. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Martin When I am tired of earnest men, Intense and keen and sharp and clever, Pursuing fame with brush or pen Or counting metal disks forever, Then from the halls of Shadowland Beyond the trackless purple sea Old Martin’s ghost comes back to […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Annunciation. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Annunciation (For Helen Parry Eden) ”Hail Mary, full of grace,” the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed; She has a Bridegroom Who may not be named, Her mortal flesh bears Him Who conquers death. Now in the dust […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Dave Lilly. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Dave Lilly There’s a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there’s nothing there now but minnows; they say it is all fished out. I fished there many a Summer day some twenty years […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J. Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one saith, is but a human heart Speaking aloud, undisciplined and free. Nay, God be praised, Who fixed thy task […]