English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 6. Year of Meteors [1859-60]. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 17. Из цикла «Перелетные птицы». 6. Год метеоров (1859-1860)
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 6. Year of Meteors [1859-60] Year of meteors! brooding year! I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds and signs, I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad, I would sing how an old […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 4. France [the 18th Year of these States]. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 17. Из цикла «Перелетные птицы». 4. Франция (18-й год наших Штатов)
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 4. France [the 18th Year of these States] A great year and place A harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother’s heart closer than any yet. I walk’d the shores of my Eastern sea, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 3. To You. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 17. Из цикла «Перелетные птицы». 3. Тебе
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 3. To You Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 16. A Song of the Rolling Earth. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 16. A Song of the Rolling Earth 1 A song of the rolling earth, and of words according, Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines? those curves, angles, dots? No, those are not the words, the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 2. Pioneers! O Pioneers!. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 17. Из цикла «Перелетные птицы». 2. Пионеры! О пионеры!
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 2. Pioneers! O Pioneers! Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 15. A Song for Occupations. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 15. Песня разных профессий
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 15. A Song for Occupations 1 A song for occupations! In the labor of engines and trades and the labor of fields I find the developments, And find the eternal meanings. Workmen and Workwomen! Were all educations practical and […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 14. Song of the Redwood-Tree. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 14. Song of the Redwood-Tree 1 A California song, A prophecy and indirection, a thought impalpable to breathe as air, A chorus of dryads, fading, departing, or hamadryads departing, A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 13. Song of the Exposition. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 13. Song of the Exposition 1 (Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God, The loving Laborer through space and time.) After all not to create only, or found only, But to bring […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. God Rules Alway. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) God Rules Alway Into the world’s most high and holy places Men carry selfishness, and graft and greed. The air is rent with warring of the races; Loud Dogmas drown a brother’s cry of need. The Fleet-of-Creeds, upon Time’s ocean lurches; And there […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. England, Awake!. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) England, Awake! A beautiful great lady, past her prime, Behold her dreaming in her easy chair; Gray robed, and veiled, in laces old and rare, Her smiling eyes see but the vanished time, Of splendid prowess, and of deeds sublime. Self satisfied she […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. A Coronal. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) A Coronal With his songs and her days to his lady and to love Violets and leaves of vine, Into a frail, fair wreath We gather and entwine: A wreath for Love to wear, Fragrant as his own breath, To crown […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Devils. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Devils God made man and man made devils– All of earth’s evils Are shaped and moulded by mortal thought Carelessly fashioned or carefully wrought, Life after life and time on time, Thought-forms grow into creatures of crime, Roaming about in the Regions of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Dawn. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Dawn Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn; Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light Kisses the languid lips of Night, Ere she can rise and hasten on. All glowing from his dreamless rest He holds her closely to his breast, Warm lip to […]
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Небольшое воззвание о помощи нашим ребятам Оригинал здесь Тема: помогайте нашим военным сами. Несите шоколадки, конфеты, делайте посылки, жертвуйте на сборах для ДНР и ЛНР, пускай дети рисуют открытки и делают подарки для ребят, попавших в госпитали. Это важно. Завтра или послезавтра, на этой неделе, я отправляюсь в Пушкин, для русских это Царское Село, где […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Canada. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Canada England, father and mother in one, Look on your stalwart son. Sturdy and strong, with the valour of youth, Where is another so lusty? Coated and mailed, with the armour of truth, Where is another so trusty? Flesh of your flesh, and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Bedlam Town. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Bedlam Town Do you want to peep into Bedlam Town? Then come with me, when the day swings down, Into the cradle, whose rockers rim, Some people call the horizon dim. All the mischief of all the fates Seems to center in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Ballade of the Unborn Dead. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Ballade of the Unborn Dead They walked the valley of the dead; Lit by a weird half light; No sound they made, no word they said; And they were pale with fright. Then suddenly from unseen places came Loud laughter, that was […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Australia Answers. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Australia Answers How did you answer England’s cry, when it fell upon your ear? With four hundred thousand fighting men, each one a volunteer! And where did you come to England’s aid, when she called you across the sea? We came to her […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 12. Song of the Broad-Axe. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 12. Песня о топоре
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 12. Song of the Broad-Axe 1 Weapon shapely, naked, wan, Head from the mother’s bowels drawn, Wooded flesh and metal bone, limb only one and lip only one, Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown, helve produced from a little seed sown, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 5. Germs. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 5. Germs Forms, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts, The ones known, and the ones unknown, the ones on the stars, The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities, inhabitants, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 11. A Song of Joys. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 11. Песня радостей
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 11. A Song of Joys O to make the most jubilant song! Full of music—full of manhood, womanhood, infancy! Full of common employments—full of grain and trees. O for the voices of animals—O for the swiftness and balance of fishes! […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 9. Song of the Answerer. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 9. Song of the Answerer 1 Now list to my morning’s romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, To the cities and farms I sing as they spread in the sunshine before me. A young man comes to […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. False. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) False False! Good God, I am dreaming! No, no, it never can be– You who are so true in seeming, You, false to your vows and me? My wife and my fair boy’s mother The star of my life–my queen– To yield herself […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Lawns. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lawns The roads that from my childhood’s home led out, As seasons changed were paved with dust or snow; And in the summer, bordered all about With unkempt grasses, and wild weeds ablow. I can recall the early ride to town, One […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. October. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) October SHE Gone are the Spring and Summer from the year; And from our lives as well. May we not, dear, In our October find serene delights To take the place of ardent summer nights? Not striving to retain a dying […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Reconstruction. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Reconstruction How shall we reconstruct this battered world? How gather up the fragments one by one, And then re-do the work that was undone When law and order to the dust were hurled: That which peace builded in a hundred years, At war’s […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Under the Willow. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Under the Willow Under the willow, you and I Walked in the gloaming, when love ran high; That wild first love, that was almost pain, That we never on earth can know again. The winds were soft, and the night was calm; […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Ye Agents. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Ye Agents These agent men! these agent men! We hear the dreaded step again, We see a stranger at the door; And brace ourselves for war once more. He bows and smiles. “Walk in,” we say, He smiles again. “I come to-day, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 8. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 8. На Бруклинском перевозе
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 8. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 1 Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face! Clouds of the west—sun there half an hour high—I see you also face to face. Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Sir John Cope Trode the North Right Far. Роберт Бернс. «Вставай, засоня Джонни Коп!»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * Sir John Cope trode the north right far, Yet ne’er a rebel he cam naur, Until he landed at Dunbar Right early in a morning. CHORUS Hey Johnie Cope are ye wauking yet, Or are ye sleeping I would […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Fragmentary Verses. 3. “He looks as sign-board Lions do…”. Роберт Бернс. Три вывески. 3. «Уподобленный скотинке…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Fragmentary Verses. 3. “He looks as sign-board Lions do…” He looks as sign-board Lions do, As fierce, and just as harmless too. Перевод на русский язык Три вывески. 3. «Уподобленный скотинке…» Уподобленный скотинке – Льву на вывеске-картинке, – Ты и грозен, и клыкаст, Но […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. A Song of the Setting Sun!. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) * * * A song of the setting sun! The sky in the west is red, And the day is all but done; While yonder up overhead, All too soon, There rises so cold the cynic moon. A Song of a […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Fragmentary Verses. 2. “A head pure, sinless quite, of brain or soul…”. Роберт Бернс. Три вывески. 2. «Увы, башка твоя пуста…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Fragmentary Verses. 2. “A head pure, sinless quite, of brain or soul…” A head pure, sinless quite, of brain or soul: The very image of a barber’s poll – It shows a human face, and wears a wig, And looks, when well preserved, amazing […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Fragmentary Verses. 1. “His face with smile eternal drest…”. Роберт Бернс. Три вывески. 1. «Своей улыбкою любезной…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Fragmentary Verses. 1. “His face with smile eternal drest…” His face with smile eternal drest – Just like the Landlord’s to his Guest, High where they hang, with creaking din, To index out a country inn. Перевод на русский язык Три вывески. 1. «Своей […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Naething (Probably Addressed to Gavin Hamilton, 1786). Роберт Бернс. Ничего-с! (Адресовано, по-видимому, Гэ́вину Га́мильтону, 1786 г.)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Naething (Probably Addressed to Gavin Hamilton, 1786) To you, Sir, this summons I’ve sent, Pray whip till the pownie is fraething, But if you demand what I want, I honestly answer you – naething. Ne’er scorn a poor Poet like me, For idly […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 7. Song of the Open Road. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 7. Песня большой дороги
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 7. Song of the Open Road 1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Holy Pedler. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Holy Pedler 1. FRom a Forraign shore I am not come to store, Your Shops with rare devices: No drugs do I bring from the Indian King; No Peacocks, Apes, nor Spices: Such wares I do show, As in England do grow, […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A New Ballad. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A New Ballad 1. A Ballad, a Ballad, a new one and true, And such are seldom seen; He that wont write Ballads, and sing ‘um too, Has neither Wit nor Spleen: For a man may be furnished with so much matter, That […]
English Poetry. Henry Vaughan. The Evening-Watch. Генри Воэн.
Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) The Evening-Watch A Dialogue BODY Farewell! I go to sleep; but when The day-star springs, I’ll wake again. SOUL Go, sleep in peace; and when thou liest Unnumber’d in thy dust, when all this frame Is but one dram, and […]