English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 14. Memories. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 14. Memories How sweet the silent backward tracings! The wanderings as in dreams—the meditation of old times resumed —their loves, joys, persons, voyages. Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 6. Proudly the Flood Comes In. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 6. Proudly the Flood Comes In Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing, Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling, All throbs, dilates—the farms, woods, streets of cities—workmen at work, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 10. Queries to My Seventieth Year. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 10. Queries to My Seventieth Year Approaching, nearing, curious, Thou dim, uncertain spectre—bringest thou life or death? Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier? Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet? Or haply cut […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. After Parting. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) After Parting Oh, I have sown my love so wide That he will find it everywhere; It will awake him in the night, It will enfold him in the air. I set my shadow in his sight And I have winged it with […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Debt. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Debt What do I owe to you Who loved me deep and long? You never gave my spirit wings Or gave my heart a song. But oh, to him I loved, Who loved me not at all, I owe the open gate That […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Four Winds. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Four Winds “Four winds blowing through the sky, You have seen poor maidens die, Tell me then what I shall do That my lover may be true.” Said the wind from out the south, “Lay no kiss upon his mouth,” And the wind from […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Love Me. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Love Me Brown-thrush singing all day long In the leaves above me, Take my love this April song, “Love me, love me, love me!” When he harkens what you say, Bid him, lest he miss me, Leave his work or leave his play, […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Song at Capri. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Song at Capri When beauty grows too great to bear How shall I ease me of its ache, For beauty more than bitterness Makes the heart break. Now while I watch the dreaming sea With isles like flowers against her breast, Only one […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. But Not to Me. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) But Not to Me The April night is still and sweet With flowers on every tree; Peace comes to them on quiet feet, But not to me. My peace is hidden in his breast Where I shall never be; Love comes to-night to […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Gifts. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Gifts I gave my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Through all the years. My first love gave me singing, My second eyes to see, But oh, it was my third love Who gave my […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Wisdom. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Wisdom Love wine and beauty and the spring, While wine is red and spring is here, And through the almond blossoms ring The dove-like voices of thy Dear. Love wine and spring and beauty while The wine hath flavour and spring […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. A Winter Night. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) A Winter Night My window-pane is starred with frost, The world is bitter cold to-night, The moon is cruel, and the wind Is like a two-edged sword to smite. God pity all the homeless ones, The beggars pacing to and fro, God pity […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Look. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Look Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Twilight. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Twilight Dreamily over the roofs The cold spring rain is falling; Out in the lonely tree A bird is calling, calling. Slowly over the earth The wings of night are falling; My heart like the bird in the tree Is calling, calling, calling. […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Lament of Eleanor of Bretagne. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Lament of Eleanor of Bretagne Comfort me, O my God! Mine only hope Thou art! The strokes of Thine afflicting rod Fall heavy on my heart. Oh, who would wish to live When life’s bright flowers decay! Oh, had I power […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Wedding-Ring. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Wedding-Ring PART I Children should not leave about Anything that’s small and bright, Lest the fairies spy it out, And fly off with it at night. Foolish people wonder so Where the little pins can go That are lost through […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. What May Happen to a Thimble. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) What May Happen to a Thimble Come about the meadow, Hunt here and there, Where’s Mother’s thimble? Can you tell where? Jane saw her wearing it, Fan saw it fall, Ned isn’t sure That she dropp’d it at all. Has a […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Prayer for One Beloved. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Prayer for One Beloved Father, I bring before Thy throne A heart more dear to me than mine; O! watch it with Thine eyes benign, And take it, gently, for Thine own. What there Thine eyes condemn, remove, But not by […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Disobedience. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Disobedience Says he, “I’ll take my father’s gun, Obedience is absurd; And would not it be awful fun If I could shoot a bird!” Says she, “A bird you cannot shoot.” Says he, “But, if I can?” Says she, “You’ll feel just […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Granmamma and the Fairies. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Granmamma and the Fairies In the pattern of the curtains Upon Grandmamma’s bed, You may see the parks where fairies Their nightly measures tread. The white parts are their gravel walks, Where freely they advance; The green parts are the careful lawns, […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. In the Night. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) In the Night Across the moon the beech-tree weaves An airy mystery of leaves, The lights which through that covert pass Glisten like rain-drops on the grass; From clustering woods, unseen, though near, The noise of falling streams I hear; From earth […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Spleen. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Spleen (For Arthur Symons) I was not sorrowful, I could not weep, And all my memories were put to sleep. I watched the river grow more white and strange, All day till evening I watched it change. All day […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Once. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Once Sing to me, nightingale, that sweet tune You sang last night to the waning moon! It filled the shadow, it pierced the light; It made a day in the midst of night. I want to hear it before I die. Sing […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Death of James I. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Death of James I Past was the day of festal mirth; The monarch stood beside the hearth, Whose flickering brands cast changeful glow On his bright eye and stately brow; Upon that calm and noble face Deep thoughts had left their […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The King’s Beard. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The King’s Beard It is very tiresome when Fairies take dislike to kings. I have known it now and then Lead to most unpleasant things. I have even heard it said Kings have wish’d that they were dead, And I fancy it […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Little Fair Soul. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Little Fair Soul (A Parable) A little fair soul that knew not sin Looked over the edge of Paradise, And saw one striving to come in With fear and tumult in his eyes. “Oh, brother, is it you?” he cried; […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Mother’s Lesson. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Mother’s Lesson All night she wept the hours away, With burning cheek and throbbing head, Crying, “Alas!” and “Well-a-day!” “Woe is me, for my sons are dead!” She could not rest, she could not sleep, She tossed in fever on […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Singing Lesson. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Singing Lesson A nightingale made a mistake! She sang a few notes out of tune, Her heart was ready to break, And she hid from the moon! She wrung her claws, poor thing, But was far too proud to speak, So […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Trial by Jury. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Trial by Jury The fairies have lost a fairy, They don’t know what to do; The rumours about her vary, And all of them can’t be true. They say she stood on a lily, And fell in its depths immense; But I […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Windy and Grey Morning. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Windy and Grey Morning Windy and grey the morning, Rainy and low the light; A woman wandered by me, And, O! her cheeks were white! A man came out to meet her, But never a word he said, Till she laid her […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 7. A Font of Type. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 7. A Font of Type This latent mine—these unlaunch’d voices—passionate powers, Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout, (Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,) These ocean waves arousable to fury and to death, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 3. You Tides with Ceaseless Swell. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 3. You Tides with Ceaseless Swell You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work! You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through space’s spread, Rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations, […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. On the Birth of a Friend’s Child. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) On the Birth of a Friend’s Child Mark the day white, on which the Fates have smiled: Eugenio and Egeria have a child. On whom abundant grace kind Jove imparts If she but copy either parent’s parts. Then, Muses! long devoted to […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Song (How sweet I roam’d from field to field). Уильям Блейк. Песня
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Song (How sweet I roam’d from field to field) How sweet I roam’d from field to field And tasted all the summer’s pride, Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide! He show’d me lilies for my […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 51. The Dead Emperor. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 51. The Dead Emperor To-day, with bending head and eyes, thou, too, Columbia, Less for the mighty crown laid low in sorrow—less for the Emperor, Thy true condolence breathest, sendest out o’er many a salt sea mile, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 35. True Conquerors. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 35. Истинные победители
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 35. True Conquerors Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,) Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck, Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars; Enough that […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 5. A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 5. A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine A carol closing sixty-nine—a resume—a repetition, My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same, Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land—your rivers, prairies, States—you, mottled […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 4. Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». «Мысли на морском берегу». 4. Отлив; дневной свет меркнет
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 4. Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning Last of ebb, and daylight waning, Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming, With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies, Many […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 54. Now Precedent Songs, Farewell. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 54. Now Precedent Songs, Farewell Now precedent songs, farewell—by every name farewell, (Trains of a staggering line in many a strange procession, waggons, From ups and downs—with intervals—from elder years, mid-age, or youth,) “In Cabin’d Ships, or […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 46. Twenty Years. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 46. Twenty Years Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting: He shipp’d as green-hand boy, and sail’d away, (took some sudden, vehement notion;) Since, twenty years and more have circled round […]