English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Launch. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Launch Forth, to the alien gravity, Forth, to the laws of ocean, we Builders on earth by laws of land Entrust this creature of our hand Upon the calculated sea. Fast bound to shore we cling, we creep, And make our ship […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Courts. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Courts A FIGURE OF THE EPIPHANY The poet’s imageries are noble ways, Approaches to a plot, an open shrine. Their splendours, colours, avenues, arrays, Their courts that run with wine; Beautiful similes, “fair and flagrant things,” Enriched, enamouring,—raptures, metaphors Enhancing life, […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The First Snow. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The First Snow Not yet was winter come to earth’s soft floor, The tideless wave, the warm white road, the shore, The serried town whose small street tortuously Led darkling to the dazzling sea. Not yet to breathing man, not to his song, […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Maternity. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Maternity One wept whose only child was dead, New-born, ten years ago. “Weep not; he is in bliss,” they said. She answered, “Even so, “Ten years ago was born in pain A child, not now forlorn. But oh, ten years ago, in vain, […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. In Manchester Square. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) In Manchester Square (In Memoriam T.H.) The paralytic man has dropped in death The crossing-sweeper’s brush to which he clung, One-handed, twisted, dwarfed, scanted of breath, Although his hair was young. I saw this year the winter vines of France, Dwarfed, twisted, […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Awakened!. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Awakened! Slowly the People waken; they have been, Like weary soldiers, sleeping in their tents, While traitors tiptoed through the silent camp Intent on plunder. Suddenly a sound– A careless movement of too bold a thief– Starts one dull sleeper; then another stirs, […]

English Poetry. Edmund William Gosse. The Bath. Эдмунд Госс.

Edmund William Gosse (Эдмунд Госс) The Bath With rosy palms against her bosom pressed, To stay the shudder that she dreads of old, Lysidice glides down, till silver-cold The water girdles half her glowing breast: A yellow butterfly in flowery quest Rifles the roses that her tresses hold: […]

English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Almost!. Эмили Дикинсон.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Almost! Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago. Emily Elizabeth […]