English Poetry. Robert William Service. Finality. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Finality When I am dead I will not care How future generations fare, For I will be so unaware. Though fields their slain has carpeted, And seas be salt with tears they shed, Not one I’ll waste, for I’ll be dead. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Euthansia. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Euthansia A sea-gull with a broken wing, I found upon the kelp-strewn shore. It sprawled and gasped; I sighed: “Poor thing! I fear your flying days are o’er; Sad victim of a savage gun, So ends your soaring in the sun.” […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Decorations. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Decorations My only medals are the scars I’ve won in weary, peacetime wars, A-fighting for my little brood, To win them shelter, shoon and food; But most of all to give them faith In God’s good mercy unto death. My sons […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cowardice. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cowardice Although you deem it far from nice, And it perchance may hurt you, Let me suggest that cowardice Can masquerade as virtue; And many a maid remains a maid Because she is afraid. And many a man is chaste because […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. The Snail. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) The Snail To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall, The snail sticks close, nor fears to fall, As if he grew there, house and all Together. Within that house secure he hides, When danger imminent betides Of storm, or other harm besides […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Breton Wife. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Breton Wife A Wintertide we had been wed When Jan went off to sea; And now the laurel rose is red And I wait on the quay. His berthing boat I watch with dread, For where, oh where is he? “Weep […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bed Sitter. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bed Sitter He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes, That drab, untidy man; And though my clients I despise I do the best I can To comfort them with cheerful chat; (Quite comme il faut, of course) And furnish evidence so […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Atoll. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Atoll The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven to the Sea; A jeweled home, in fending foam Tempestuously tossed; A virgin isle none dare defile, Far-flung, forgotten, lost. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Agnostic. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Agnostic The chapel looms against the sky, Above the vine-clad shelves, And as the peasants pass it by They cross themselves. But I alone, I grieve to state, Lack sentiment divine: A citified sophisticate, I make no sign. Their gesture may […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Mediocre Man. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Mediocre Man I’m just a mediocre man Of no high-brow pretence; A comfortable life I plan With care and commonsense. I do the things most people do, I echo what they say; And through my morning paper view The problems of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Each Day a Life. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Each Day a Life I count each day a little life, With birth and death complete; I cloister it from care and strife And keep it sane and sweet. With eager eyes I greet the morn, Exultant as a boy, Knowing […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Fleurette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Fleurette (The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It’s off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I’ve had it since I was born; And lately a devilish corn. (I rather chuckle with glee To think how I’ve […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Her Toys. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Her Toys I sat her in her baby chair, And set upon its tray Her kewpie doll and teddy bear, But no, she would not play. Although they looked so wistfully Her favour to implore, She laughed at me with elfin glee […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Growing Old. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Growing Old Somehow the skies don’t seem so blue As they used to be; Blossoms have a fainter hue, Grass less green I see. There’s no twinkle in a star, Dawns don’t seem so gold… Yet, of course, I know they are: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Inspiration. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Inspiration How often have I started out With no thought in my noodle, And wandered here and there about, Where fancy bade me toddle; Till feeling faunlike in my glee I’ve voiced some gay distiches, Returning joyfully to tea, A poem in […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. A Child Of God Longing To See Him Beloved. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) A Child Of God Longing To See Him Beloved There’s not an echo round me, But I am glad should learn, How pure a fire has found me, The love with which I burn. For none attends with pleasure To what I would reveal; […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Leaves. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Leaves The leaves are falling one and one, Each like a life to me, As over-soonly in the sun They spiral goldenly: So airily and warily They falter free. The leaves are falling two and two, Beneath a baleful sky; So […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Mike. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Mike My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in the air Ho over-topped me by a head. He’d cuff me with his hefty paws, Jest like a puppy actin’ cute, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Dog. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Мой пёс
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Dog ‘Twas in a pub just off the Strand When I was in my cups, There passed a bloke with in his hand Two tiny puling pups; And one was on me with a bound, Seeking to lick my face, And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Neighbors. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Neighbors To rest my fagged brain now and then, When wearied of my proper labors, I lay aside my lagging pen And get to thinking on my neighbors; For, oh, around my garret den There’s woe and poverty a-plenty, And life’s […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. On the Wire. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) On the Wire O God, take the sun from the sky! It’s burning me, scorching me up. God, can’t You hear my cry? Water! A poor, little cup! It’s laughing, the cursed sun! See how it swells and swells Fierce as a […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Politeness. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Politeness The English and the French were met Upon the field of future battle; The foes were formidably set And waiting for the guns to rattle; When from the serried ranks of France The English saw with woeful presage Under a flaming […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pragmatic. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pragmatic When young I was an Atheist, Yea, pompous as a pigeon No opportunity I missed To satirize religion. I sneered at Scripture, scoffed at Faith, I blasphemed at believers: Said I: “There’s nothing after Death,– Your priests are just deceivers.” […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Rose Leaves. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Rose Leaves When they shall close my careless eyes And look their last upon my face, I fear that some will say: “her lies A man of deep disgrace; His thoughts were bare, his words were brittle, He dreamed so much, he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Relax. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Relax Do you recall that happy bike With bundles on our backs? How near to heaven it was like To blissfully relax! In cosy tavern of good cheer To doff our heavy packs, And with a mug of foamy beer Relax. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sea Change. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sea Change I saw a Priest in beetle black Come to our golden beach, And I was taken sore aback Lest he should choose to preach And chide me for my only wear, A “Gee” string and a brassière. And then […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. The Poplar Field. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) The Poplar Field The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed since I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sunshine. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sunshine I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; the silence grows and grows; Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night. Here in my sleeping-bag I cower and pray: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Bandit. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Bandit Upon his way to rob a Bank He paused to watch a fire; Though crowds were pressing rank on rank He pushed a passage nigher; Then sudden heard, piercing and wild, The screaming of a child. A Public Enemy […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sea Change. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sea Change I saw a Priest in beetle black Come to our golden beach, And I was taken sore aback Lest he should choose to preach And chide me for my only wear, A “Gee” string and a brassière. And then […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. The Poplar Field. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) The Poplar Field The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed since I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sunshine. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sunshine I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; the silence grows and grows; Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night. Here in my sleeping-bag I cower and pray: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Bandit. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Bandit Upon his way to rob a Bank He paused to watch a fire; Though crowds were pressing rank on rank He pushed a passage nigher; Then sudden heard, piercing and wild, The screaming of a child. A Public Enemy […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Choice (And then I came to Three ways). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Choice (And then I came to Three ways) …And then I came to Three ways, And each was mine to choose; For all of them were free ways, To take or to refuse. “Now which shall be the best way, East, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Idealist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Idealist Oh you who have daring deeds to tell! And you who have felt Ambition’s spell! Have you heard of the louse who longed to dwell In the golden hair of a queen? He sighed all day and he sighed all […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Lark. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Lark From wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn, The guns have brayed without abate; And now the sick sun looks upon The bleared, blood-boltered fields of hate As if it loathed to rise again. How strange the hush! Yet sudden, hark! From […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Macaronis. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Macaronis Italian people peaceful are,– Let it be to their credit. They mostly fail to win a war, –Oh they themselves have said it. “Allergic we to lethal guns And military might: We love our homes and little ones, And loath […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Quest. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Quest I sought Him on the purple seas, I sought Him on the peaks aflame; Amid the gloom of giant trees And canyons lone I called His name; The wasted ways of earth I trod: In vain! In vain! I found […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Song of the Soldier-Born. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Song of the Soldier-Born Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant; Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant; Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant. Give me to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Volunteer. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Volunteer Sez I: My Country calls? Well, let it call. I grins perlitely and declines wiv thanks. Go, let ’em plaster every blighted wall, ‘Ere’s ONE they don’t stampede into the ranks. Them politicians with their greasy ways; Them empire-grabbers — […]