English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Outbid. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Outbid When Cupid held an auction sale, I hastened to his mart, For I had heard that he would sell The blue-eyed Dora’s heart. I brought a wealth of truest love, The most that I could proffer, Because, forsooth, of […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. October. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) October The forest holds high carnival to-day, And every hill-side glows with gold and fire; Ivy and sumac dress in colors gay, And oak and maple mask in bright attire. The hoarded wealth of sober autumn days In lavish mood […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. No Beer, No Work. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) No Beer, No Work The shades of night was fallin’ slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev’ry barroom door A card that this here motter bore: “No beer, no work.” His brow was sad, […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Mouths of Hippopotami and Some Recent Novels. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Mouths of Hippopotami and Some Recent Novels (with apologies to Frederic Taber Cooper) I well recall (and who does not) The circus bill-board hippopotamus, whose wide distended jaws For fear and terror were good cause. That month, that vasty carmine […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Millennium. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Millennium The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev’ry band. Brandy no longer taints our tea. Dimples smile in the red-rouged knee. The dowagers are no longer fat. Radio now makes safe […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Little cullud Rastus come a-skippin’ down de street, A-smilin’ and a-grinnin’ at every one he meet; My, oh! He was happy! Boy, but was he gay! Wishin’ “Merry Chris’mus” an’ “Happy New-Year’s Day”! Wishin’ that his […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epigram on a Noted Coxcomb. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма на известного хлыща
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epigram on a Noted Coxcomb Light lay the earth on Billy’s breast, His chicken heart so tender; But build a castle on his head, His skull will prop it under. 1794 Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма на известного хлыща Он был трусливее цыплёнка, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To John Taylor. Роберт Бернс. Джону Тейлору («Когда наскучил небосклон…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To John Taylor With Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, – Through frosty hills the journey lay, – On foot the way was plying. Poor slip-shod giddy Pegasus Was but a sorry walker; To Vulcan then Apollo goes To get a frosty […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Selkirk Grace. Роберт Бернс. Благодарственная молитва в доме графа Селькирка
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Selkirk Grace Some hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit. Перевод на русский язык Благодарственная молитва в доме графа Селькирка У кого-то есть еда, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The White Peacock. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The White Peacock (France — Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like a hangman’s cap; under his twitching fingers the beads shiver and click, As he mumbles in […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «It was a’ for Our Rightfu’ King…». Роберт Бернс. «Законный король нас призвал: “Помогите!..”»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «It was a’ for Our Rightfu’ King…» It was a’ for our rightfu’ King, We left fair Scotland’s strand; It was a’ for our rightfu’ King, We e’er saw Irish land, My dear, We e’er saw Irish land. Now a’ is done that […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Winged Man. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Winged Man The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, The cliffs were robed in scarlet, the sands were cinnabar, Where first two men spread wings […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Quality of Courage. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Quality of Courage Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering up like withered arms, Writhing like streams, like twisted charms Of hot […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Lover in Hell. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Lover in Hell Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little devils are! They’ve stolen the pitchfork From Bel, there, as he slept . […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The General Public. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The General Public ”Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?” — Browning. ”Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then,” The old man said. A dry smile creased his face With many wrinkles. ”That’s a great poem, now! […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Road and Hills. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Road and Hills I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! My horse snuffs delicately At the strange wind; He settles to […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Portrait of a Baby. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Portrait of a Baby He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon wave that broke and whirled To vanish in the grey-green gloom, Perspectiveless […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Music. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Music My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a fat green volume from the chest; And propped it open. Whitely without rest, His fingers […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. May Morning. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) May Morning I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the air like water on me close, Great waves of sunny air that lip and beat […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Love in Twilight. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Love in Twilight There is darkness behind the light — and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom Like the carven prows of proud, far-triumphing ships — And the firelight wavers and […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Lonely Burial. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Lonely Burial There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried loud in gusts, then low again. Three pines strained darkly, runners in a race Unseen […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.. Роберт Бернс. Посвящение Гэвину Гамильтону, эсквайру
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq. EXPECT na, Sir, in this narration, A fleechin’, fleth’rin’ Dedication, To roose you up, an’ ca’ you guid, An’ sprung o’ great an’ noble bluid, Because ye’re sirnam’d like his Grace, Perhaps related to the race; Then when […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Going Back to School. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Going Back to School The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead sun’s last glimmer. Far and vast The Sausalito lights burned suddenly In little […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum Here, where men’s eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind strengthens from the sea — and night Drops like a fog and makes […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Elegy for an Enemy. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Elegy for an Enemy (For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which betrayed her? Do the lush grasses hold, Greenly and glad, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Colors. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Colors (For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. ”Come inside!” he said, ”I’ll show you all we’ve got now — it was size You wanted? — […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Before an Examination. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Before an Examination The little letters dance across the page, Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes; Sick of the strain, the glaring light, I rise Yawning and stretching, full of empty rage At the dull […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, lustrous greens are splashed and spilt Along the back, that […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Young Blood. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Young Blood “But, sir,” I said, “they tell me the man is like to die!” The Canon shook his head indulgently. “Young blood, Cousin,” he boomed. “Young blood! Youth will be served!” — D’Hermonville’s Fabliaux. He woke up […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Innovator. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Innovator (A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, ”Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I’ll change it! Let the top be hid, The bottom take the apex-place!” And as I bade they did. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Hemp. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Hemp (A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the plank) From the Great North Bank to the Caribbees (Down by the marsh the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Fiddling Wood. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Fiddling Wood Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over the rough crest of the hairy wood In angry scorn; the grey road twisted, kinked, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Address to the Toothache. Роберт Бернс. Послание зубной боли
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Address to the Toothache MY curse upon your venom’d stang, That shoots my tortur’d gums alang, And thro’ my lugs gies mony a twang, Wi’ gnawing vengeance; Tearing my nerves wi’ bitter pang, Like racking engines! When fevers burn, or ague freezes, Rheumatics […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The City Revisited. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The City Revisited The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day I sat and watched them come and go; And now at last the sun […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Breaking Point. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Breaking Point It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I stood up for age-long wars And held the very Fiend at grips; When […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Talk. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Talk Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in blue rings wheeling, As formless as our talk. Phil, drawling, bets Cornell will win the relay […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Rain after a Vaudeville Show. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Rain after a Vaudeville Show The last pose flickered, failed. The screen’s dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; and as I stumbled out The curtain rose. A fat girl with a pout […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Poor Devil!. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Poor Devil! Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed me with an iron yoke. I longed for the cool quiet and the dark, Under […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Nos Immortales. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Nos Immortales Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun, Into the free companionship of air; Perhaps with sunsets when the day is done, All’s one to me — I do not greatly care; So long […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Dedication. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Dedication To W. R. B. And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D’Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy rhymes In memory of earlier times. Now all those careless days are not. […]