English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Betrayal of the Rose. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Betrayal of the Rose A WHITE rose had a sorrow– And a strange sorrow! For her sisters they had none, As they all sat around her Each on her feudal throne. A strange sorrow For one with no […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Domestic Tragedy. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Domestic Tragedy Clorinda met me on the way As I came from the train; Her face was anything but gay, In fact, suggested pain. “Oh hubby, hubby dear!” she cried, “I’ve awful news to tell…” “What is it, darling?” I replied; […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ambition. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ambition They brought the mighty chief to town; They showed him strange, unwonted sights; Yet as he wandered up and down, He seemed to scorn their vain delights. His face was grim, his eye lacked fire, As one who mourns a glory […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Benjamin Franklin. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Benjamin Franklin Franklin fathered bastards fourteen, (So I read in the New Yorker); If it’s true, in terms of courtin’ Benny must have been a corker. To be prudent I’ve aspired, And my passions I have mastered; So that I have never […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Breath of Hampstead Heath. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Breath of Hampstead Heath THE wind of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek As, home returned, I muse, and see arise Those rounded hills beneath the low, gray skies, With gleams of haze-lapped cities far to seek. These I can picture, but […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Mental Cases. Уилфред Оуэн. Душевнобольные
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Mental Cases Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish, Baring teeth that leer like skulls’ teeth wicked? Stroke on stroke of pain,- but what slow panic, Gouged these chasms […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Thefts of the Morning. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Thefts of the Morning BIND us the Morning, mother of the stars And of the winds that usher in the day! Ere her light fingers slide the eastern bars, A netted snare before her footsteps lay; Ere the pale roses of the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Birthday. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Birthday (16th January 1949) I thank whatever gods may be For all the happiness that’s mine; That I am festive, fit and free To savour women, wit and wine; That I may game of golf enjoy, And have a formidable drive: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Child Lover. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Child Lover Drunk or sober Uncle Jim Played the boy; Never glum or sour or grim, Oozin’ joy. Most folks thought he was no good, Blamin’ him; But where kiddies were, you could Bank on Jim. Sure he allus hated work, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Crossing the Bar. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Crossing the Bar SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound or foam, When […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Days. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Days I am a Day… My sky is grey, My wind is wild, My sea high-piled: In year of days the first In misery… Oh pity me! I am a Day Accurst. “Sweet Day, not curst but blest: Behold upon my […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Desert Pools. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Desert Pools I LOVE too much; I am a river Surging with spring that seeks the sea, I am too generous a giver, Love will not stoop to drink of me. His feet will turn to desert places Shadowless, reft of rain […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Peace. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Peace PEACE flows into me As the tide to the pool by the shore; It is mine forevermore, It ebbs not back like the sea. I am the pool of blue That worships the vivid sky; My hopes were heaven-high, They are all […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Barter. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Barter LIFE has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dyspeptic Clerk. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dyspeptic Clerk I think I’ll buy a little field, Though scant am I of pelf, And hold the hope that it may yield A living for myself; For I have toiled ten thousand days With ledger and with pen, And I am […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Erico. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Erico Oh darling Eric, why did you For my fond affection sue, And then with surgeons artful aid Transform yourself into a maid? So now in petticoats you go And people call you Erico. Sometimes I wonder if they can Change […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Anthem for Doomed Youth. Уилфред Оуэн. Псалом обреченной юности
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Funk. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Funk When your marrer bone seems ‘oller, And you’re glad you ain’t no taller, And you’re all a-shakin’ like you ‘ad the chills; When your skin creeps like a pullet’s, And you’re duckin’ all the bullets, And you’re green as gorgonzola round […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Grey Gull. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Grey Gull ‘Twas on an iron, icy day I saw a pirate gull down-plane, And hover in a wistful way Nigh where my chickens picked their grain. An outcast gull, so grey and old, Withered of leg I watched it hop, By […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Wisdom. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Wisdom WHEN I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate, When I have looked Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise, Life will have given me the […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Come. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Come COME, when the pale moon like a petal Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, Come with outstretched arms to take me, Come with lips pursed up to cling. Come, for life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Indifference. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Indifference When I am dead I will not care Forever more, If sky be radiantly fair Or tempest roar. If my life-hoard in sin be spent, My wife re-wed,– I’ll be so damned indifferent When I am dead. When I meet […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. L’Envoi (My job is done; my rhymes are ranked and ready). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) L’Envoi (My job is done; my rhymes are ranked and ready) My job is done; my rhymes are ranked and ready, My word-battalions marching verse by verse; Here stanza-companies are none too steady; There print-platoons are weak, but might be worse. And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Lost Kitten. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Lost Kitten Two men I saw reel from a bar And stumble down the street; Coarse and uncouth as workmen are, They walked with wobbly feet. I watched them, thinking sadly as I heard their hobnails clink, The only joy a toiler […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Spring Rain. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Spring Rain I THOUGHT I had forgotten, But it all came back again To-night with the first spring thunder In a rush of rain. I remembered a darkened doorway Where we stood while the storm swept by, Thunder gripping the earth […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Miracles. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Miracles Each time that I switch on the light A Miracle it seems to me That I should rediscover sight And banish dark so utterly. One moment I am bleakly blind, The next–exultant life I find. Below the sable of the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Cross. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Cross I wrote a poem to the moon But no one noticed it; Although I hoped that late or soon Someone would praise a bit Its purity and grace forlone, Its beauty tulip-cool… But as my poem died still-born, I felt […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Dorking. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Dorking, Who bought a large bonnet for walking; But its colour and size, So bedazzled her eyes, That she very soon went back to Dorking. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Noctambule. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Noctambule Zut! it’s two o’clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack the chairs, Pile them on the tables; Let us to our lairs Underneath the gables. Up the old Boul’ Mich’ […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Patches. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Patches Mother focused with a frown The part of me where I sit down. Said she: “Your pants are wearing through; Let me sew on a patch for you.” And so she did,–of azure blue. My britches were of sober grey, And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Old Bob. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Old Bob I guess folks think I’m mighty dumb Since Jack and Jim and Joe Have hit the trail to Kingdom Come And left me here below: Since Death, the bastard, bowled them out, And left me faced with–Doubt. My pals […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Poor Poet. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Poor Poet ‘A man should write to please himself,’ He proudly said. Well, see his poems on the shelf, Dusty, unread. When he came to my shop each day, So peaked and cold, I’d sneak one of his books away And […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Fountain. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Fountain OH in the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart Of a satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred– Only the great white moon In the […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. May. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) May THE wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that […]
English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. Song. Бейард Тейлор.
Bayard Taylor (Бейард Тейлор) Song NOW the days are brief and drear: Naked lies the new-born Year In his cradle of the snow, And the winds unbridled blow, And the skies hang dark and low, – For the Summers come and go. Leave the clashing cymbals mute! […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. Loulou and Her Cat. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) Loulou and Her Cat GOOD pastry is vended In Cité Fadette; Maison Pons can make splendid Brioche and galette. M’sieu Pons is so fat that He’s laid on the shelf; Madame had a Cat, that Was fat as herself. Long hair, soft […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. A Terrible Infant. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) A Terrible Infant I RECOLLECT a nurse call’d Ann Who carried me about the grass, And one fine day a fine young man Came up and kiss’d the pretty lass. She did not make the least objection! Thinks I, “Aha! When I can talk […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. Piccadilly. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) Piccadilly “Often, when I have felt a weariness or distaste at home, have I rushed out into her crowded Strand, and fed my humour till tears have wetted my cheek for unutterable sympathies with the multitudinous moving picture; * * nursed amid her […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of stuff. Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few find him pleasant enough. His mind is concrete and fastidious, His nose is remarkably big; His visage is […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Pretty Lady. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Pretty Lady He asked the lady in the train If he might smoke: she smiled consent. So lighting his cigar and fain To talk he puffed away content, Reflecting: how delightful are Fair dame and fine cigar. Then from his […]