English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. The Ute Lover. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) The Ute Lover BENEATH the burning brazen sky, The yellowed tepees stand. Not far away a singing river Sets through the sand. Within the shadow of a lonely elm tree The tired ponies keep. The wild land, throbbing with the sun’s hot magic, […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. A Tribute of Grasses. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) A Tribute of Grasses To W. W. SERENE, vast head, with silver cloud of hair Lined on the purple dusk of death, A stern medallion, velvet set— Old Norseman, throned, not chained upon thy chair, Thy grasp of hand, thy hearty breath […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. The Herald Crane. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) The Herald Crane Oh! say you so, bold sailor In the sun-lit deeps of sky! Dost thou so soon the seed-time tell In thy imperial cry, As circling in yon shoreless sea Thine unseen form goes drifting by? I cannot trace in the […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. In August. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) In August From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo—a boy Shouts a wild call—a mourning dove In the blue distance sobs—the wind Wanders by, heavy with odors Of corn and wheat and melon vines; The trees tremble with delirious joy […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Portrait of a Lady. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Portrait of a Lady Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself—as […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Cousin Nancy. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Cousin Nancy Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them— The barren New England hills— Riding to hounds Over the cow-pasture. Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked And danced all the modern dances; And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. The Hippopotamus. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) The Hippopotamus Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo vos sic habeo. S. IGNATII AD […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Sweeney Among the Nightingales. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Sweeney Among the Nightingales Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward toward the River Plate, Death and the […]
English Poetry. Matthew Arnold. A Summer Night. Мэтью Арнольд.
Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) A Summer Night In the deserted, moon-blanched street, How lonely rings the echo of my feet! Those windows, which I gaze at, frown, Silent and white, unopening down, Repellent as the world,–but see, A break between the housetops shows The moon! and lost behind […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. A Cooking Egg. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) A Cooking Egg En l’an trentiesme de mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beues… Pipit sate upright in her chair Some distance from where I was sitting; Views of the Oxford Colleges Lay on the table, with the knitting. […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 38. To a Certain Civilian. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 38. Одному штатскому
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 38. To a Certain Civilian Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me? Did you seek the civilian’s peaceful and languishing rhymes? Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow? Why I was not singing erewhile for […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 37. Delicate Cluster. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 37. Delicate Cluster Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life! Covering all my lands—all my seashores lining! Flag of death! (how I watch’d you through the smoke of battle pressing! How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!) Flag […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 36. As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 36. As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado As I lay with my head in your lap camerado, The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the open air I resume, I […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865] How solemn as one by one, As the ranks returning worn and sweaty, as the men file by where stand, As the faces the masks appear, as I glance […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 32. O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 32. Ты, загорелый мальчишка из прерий
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 32. O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy O tan-faced prairie-boy, Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift, Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among the recruits, You came, taciturn, with nothing to give—we but look’d […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 31. World Take Good Notice. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 31. World Take Good Notice World take good notice, silver stars fading, Milky hue ript, wet of white detaching, Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning, Scarlet, significant, hands off warning, Now and henceforth flaunt from these shores. Walt Whitman’s other […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 30. Race of Veterans. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 30. Race of Veterans Race of veterans—race of victors! Race of the soil, ready for conflict—race of the conquering march! (No more credulity’s race, abiding-temper’d race,) Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself, Race of passion […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 27. Prayer of Columbus. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 27. Моление Колумба
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 27. Prayer of Columbus A batter’d, wreck’d old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows, twelve dreary months, Sore, stiff with many toils, sicken’d and nigh to death, I take […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 8. Pensive on Her Dead Gazing. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 8. Pensive on Her Dead Gazing Pensive on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All, Desperate on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battlefields gazing, (As the last gun ceased, but the scent […]
English Poetry. William Allingham. On a Forenoon of Spring. Вильям Аллингам.
William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам) On a Forenoon of Spring I’m glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That’s like a heart with nothing to conceal; The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey Rimming the cloudless ether far away; Brairds, hedges, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 23. To a Pupil. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 23. To a Pupil Is reform needed? is it through you? The greater the reform needed, the greater the Personality you need to accomplish it. You! do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 26. Kosmos. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 26. Kosmos Who includes diversity and is Nature, Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also, Who has not look’d […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 12. Outlines for a Tomb [G. P., Buried 1870]. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 12. Outlines for a Tomb [G. P., Buried 1870] 1 What may we chant, O thou within this tomb? What tablets, outlines, hang for thee, O millionnaire? The life thou lived’st we know not, But that thou […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 29. Not Youth Pertains to Me. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 29. Не молодость подобает мне
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 29. Not Youth Pertains to Me Not youth pertains to me, Nor delicatesse, I cannot beguile the time with talk, Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant, In the learn’d coterie sitting constrain’d and still, for learning […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 28. Ethiopia Saluting the Colors. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 28. Ethiopia Saluting the Colors Who are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban’d head, and bare bony feet? Why rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet? (‘Tis while our […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 27. The Artilleryman’s Vision. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 27. The Artilleryman’s Vision While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 26. I Saw Old General at Bay. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 26. I Saw Old General at Bay I saw old General at bay, (Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,) His small force was now completely hemm’d in, in his works, He […]
Предопределение
Предопределение В доктрине предопределения Есть много ценного, друзья В ней правда о предназначенье И толк, и смысл, и ты и я В доктрине предопределения Страдаешь ты, потому что Бог Тебя сам выбрал для страданья Чтобы другой так мучится не смог И родился маньяк маньяком И корчиться он от себя весь век И чувствует себя паскуднейшей […]
Тебя не хватает
Тебя так страшно не хватает И я не верю, что тебя давно уж нет Не лечит время, падла, истязает Не лечит время и не дает ответ На вечный наш вопрос зачем Зачем вся эта канитель и боль И помешательство и скука И память как кровавая мазоль И понимание, что ты по жизни ноль А жизнь […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Hollow People. Томас Стернз Элиот. Полые люди
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Hollow People Mistah Kurtz is dead A Penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece lilled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Bells Beyond the Forest. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Bells Beyond the Forest Wild-eyed woodlands, here I rest me, underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees; Underneath fantastic-fronted caverns crammed with many a muffled breeze. Far away from dusky towns and cities twinkling with the feet of men; Listening to […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane; There comes a wailing from the sea; the wind is weary of the rain. The red coals click […]
English Poetry. William Allingham. Let Me Sing of What I Know. Вильям Аллингам.
William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам) Let Me Sing of What I Know A wild west Coast, a little Town, Where little Folk go up and down, Tides flow and winds blow: Night and Tempest and the Sea, Human Will and Human Fate: What is little, what is great? Howsoe’er […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Ballad of Tanna. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Ballad of Tanna She knelt by the dead, in her passionate grief, Beneath a weird forest of Tanna; She kissed the stern brow of her father and chief, And cursed the dark race of Alkanna. With faces as wild […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). God Help Our Men at Sea. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). God Help Our Men at Sea The wild night comes like an owl to its lair, The black clouds follow fast, And the sun-gleams die, and the lightnings glare, And the ships go heaving past, past, past— The ships go […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Names Upon a Stone. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Names Upon a Stone (Inscribed to G. L. Fagan, Esq.) Across bleak widths of broken sea A fierce north-easter breaks, And makes a thunder on the lea— A whiteness of the lakes. Here, while beyond the rainy stream […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). The Curse of Mother Flood. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). The Curse of Mother Flood Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen; Only blue adders abide in and stray through it— Adders and venom and […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Christmas Creek. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Christmas Creek Phantom streams were in the distance—mocking lights of lake and pool— Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre—groves of shadows deep and cool! Yea, some devil ran before them changing skies of brass to blue, Setting bloom […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Peter the Piccaninny. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Peter the Piccaninny He has a name which can’t be brought Within the sphere of metre; But, as he’s Peter by report, I’ll trot him out as Peter. I call him mine; but don’t suppose That I’m his […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Beyond Kerguelen. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Beyond Kerguelen Down in the South, by the waste without sail on it, Far from the zone of the blossom and tree, Lieth, with winter and whirlwind and wail on it, Ghost of a land by the ghost of […]