English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Memorial Day. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Memorial Day ”Dulce et decorum est” The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with the feet Of men-at-arms who come to pray. The roses blossom white and red On tombs where weary soldiers […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Mount Houvenkopf. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Mount Houvenkopf Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned, And draws a cloak of trees about his breast. The thunder roars but cannot break his rest And from his rugged face the tempests bound. He does not heed the angry lightning’s wound, The […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Alarm Clocks. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Alarm Clocks When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering birds laugh in his way And poise triumphant on his shining arm. He bears a sword of flame but not to […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Twelve-Forty-Five. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Twelve-Forty-Five (For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume of red and white, Waves madly in the face of night. And now the grave incurious stars Gleam on the groaning […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Madness. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Madness (For Sara Teasdale) The lonely farm, the crowded street, The palace and the slum, Give welcome to my silent feet As, bearing gifts, I come. Last night a beggar crouched alone, A ragged helpless thing; I set him on a moonbeam throne […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Kings. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Kings (For the Rev. James B. Dollard) The Kings of the earth are men of might, And cities are burned for their delight, And the skies rain death in the silent night, And the hills belch death all day! But the King of […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Pennies. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Pennies A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand Behold him stand; A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad. The joy that once he had, The first delight of ownership is fled. He bows his little head. Ah, cruel Time, to kill That splendid thrill! […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Thorn. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Thorn (For the Rev. Charles L. O’Donnell, C. S. C.) The garden of God is a radiant place, And every flower has a holy face: Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod, But Saint Michael is the thorn on […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. John Anderson. Роберт Бернс. Джон Андерсон
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) John Anderson John Anderson, my jo John, When we were first acquent Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Robe of Christ. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Robe of Christ (For Cecil Chesterton) At the foot of the Cross on Calvary Three soldiers sat and diced, And one of them was the Devil And he won the Robe of Christ. When the Devil comes in his proper form To […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Thanksgiving. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Thanksgiving (For John Bunker) The roar of the world is in my ears. Thank God for the roar of the world! Thank God for the mighty tide of fears Against me always hurled! Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife, And the […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Roofs. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Roofs (For Amelia Josephine Burr) The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the night is sweet, And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet. But I’m glad to turn from the open road […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Wealth. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Wealth (For Aline) From what old ballad, or from what rich frame Did you descend to glorify the earth? Was it from Chaucer’s singing book you came? Or did Watteau’s small brushes give you birth? Nothing so exquisite as that slight hand Could […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Stars. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Stars (For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands of Lady Mary’s hair? As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through, Do you fall across her cheeks and over […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Singing Girl. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Singing Girl (For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.) There was a little maiden In blue and silver drest, She sang to God in Heaven And God within her breast. It flooded me with pleasure, It pierced me like a sword, […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Snowman in the Yard. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Snowman in the Yard (For Thomas Augustine Daly) The Judge’s house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone, And the Judge has a lovely flowering hedge that came from across the seas; In the Hales’ garage you […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Roses. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Roses (For Katherine Bregy) I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, a posy for the King. I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be, From the white rose vine and the pink […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Where we did keep our Flagon. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Where we did keep our Flagon When we in mornèn had a-drow’d The grass or russlèn haÿ abrode, The lit’some maïdens an’ the chaps, Wi’ bits o’ nunchèns in their laps, Did all zit down upon the knaps Up there, in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Best Man in the Vield. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Best Man in the Vield Eclogue Sam and Bob. SAM. That’s slowish work, Bob. What’st a-been about? Thy pookèn don’t goo on not over sprack. Why I’ve a-pook’d my weäle, lo’k zee, clear out, An’ here I […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To a Mouse, on Turning Up Her Nest With the Plough. Роберт Бернс. К полевой мыши, разоренной моим плугом
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To a Mouse, on Turning Up Her Nest With the Plough 1. WEE, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, O what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee Wi’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Haÿ-Meäken. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Haÿ-Meäken ’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, Where vo’k be out a-meäkèn haÿ; Where men an’ women, in a string, Do ted or turn the grass, an’ zing, Wi’ cheemèn vaïces, merry zongs, A-tossèn o’ their sheenèn prongs Wi’ eärms a-zwangèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Meäken up a Miff. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Meäken up a Miff Vorgi’e me, Jenny, do! an’ rise Thy hangèn head an’ teary eyes, An’ speak, vor I’ve a-took in lies, An’ I’ve a-done thee wrong; But I wer twold,—an’ thought ’twer true,— That Sammy down at Coome an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Rivers don’t gi’e out. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Rivers don’t gi’e out The brook I left below the rank Ov alders that do sheäde his bank, A-runnèn down to dreve the mill Below the knap, ’s a runnèn still; The creepèn days an’ weeks do vill Up years, an’ […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Lines Supposed to Have Been Written by Burns, and Forwarded to John Rankine, Ayrshire, Immediately after the Poet’s Decease. Роберт Бернс. Строки, написанные предположительно Робертом Бернсом, и переданные Джону Рэнкину из Эйшира сразу после того, как Поэт заболел
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Lines Supposed to Have Been Written by Burns, and Forwarded to John Rankine, Ayrshire, Immediately after the Poet’s Decease He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, And a green grassy hillock hides his head; Alas! alas! a devilish change indeed! Перевод на […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Verses Addressed to J. Rankine. Роберт Бернс. Стихи, адресованные Джону Рэнкину, который написал Бернсу, что в той части Шотландии, где побывал Поэт, некая девица родила от него ребёнка
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Verses Addressed to J. Rankine I am a keeper of the law In some sma’ points, altho’ not a’; Some people tell me gin I fa’, Ae way or ither, The breaking of ae point, tho’ sma’, Breaks a’ thegither. I hae been […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Xenophanes, the Monist of Colophon. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Xenophanes, the Monist of Colophon Ann: aet: suae XCII.– A: C: CCCCLXXX ‘Are You groping Your way? Do You do it unknowing? – Or mark Your wind blowing? Night tell You from day, O Mover? Come, say!’ Cried Xenophanes. ‘I mean, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Night of Questionings. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Night of Questionings On the eve of All-Souls’ Day I heard the dead men say Who lie by the tottering tower, To the dark and doubling wind At the midnight’s turning hour, When other speech had thinned: ‘What of the world now?’ […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. There Seemed a Strangeness. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) There Seemed a Strangeness A Phantasy There seemed a strangeness in the air, Vermilion light on the land’s lean face; I heard a Voice from I knew not where: – ‘The Great Adjustment is taking place! ‘I set thick darkness over […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Best She Could. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Best She Could Nine leaves a minute Swim down shakily; Each one fain would spin it Straight to earth; but, see, How the sharp airs win it Slantwise away! – Hear it say, ‘Now we have finished our summer show Of what […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 24. Silently She’s Combing. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 24. Silently She’s Combing Silently she’s combing, Combing her long hair, Silently and graciously, With many a pretty air. The sun is in the willow leaves And on the dappled grass, And still she’s combing her long hair Before the looking-glass. […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. John Barleycorn. Роберт Бернс. Джон Ячменное Зерно
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) John Barleycorn There was three kings unto the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough’d him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae sworn […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 9. Winds of May, That Dance on the Sea. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 9. Winds of May, That Dance on the Sea Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The foam flies up to be garlanded, In silvery arches spanning the air, Saw […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 8. Who Goes Amid the Green Wood. Джеймс Джойс. Камерная музыка. 8. Кто там тропинкою лесной
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 8. Who Goes Amid the Green Wood Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her? Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier? Who passes in the sunlight By ways that know the light footfall? […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 12. What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 12. What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune, Glory and stars beneath his feet— A sage that is but kith and kin With the comedian […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba I heard their young hearts crying Loveward above the glancing oar And heard the prairie grasses sighing: No more, return no more! O hearts, O sighing grasses, Vainly your loveblown bannerets mourn! No more will […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Tilly. Джеймс Джойс. Довесок
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Tilly He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they know, He drives his beasts above Cabra. The voice tells them home is warm. They moo and make brute music with their […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 34. Sleep Now, O Sleep Now. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 34. Sleep Now, O Sleep Now Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart! A voice crying “Sleep now” Is heard in my heart. The voice of the winter Is heard at the door. O sleep, for the winter Is […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. On the Beach at Fontana. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) On the Beach at Fontana Wind whines and whines the shingle, The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining wind and colder Grey sea I wrap him warm And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder And boyish […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 18. O Sweetheart, Hear You. Джеймс Джойс. Камерная музыка. 18. Послушай эту сказку, Любовь моя
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 18. O Sweetheart, Hear You O sweetheart, hear you Your lover’s tale; A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail. For he shall know then Friends be untrue And a little ashes Their words come to. But one unto […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire My love is in a light attire Among the apple-trees, Where the gay winds do most desire To run in companies. There, where the gay winds stay to woo The young leaves as […]