English Poetry. Jones Very. Yourself. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Yourself ’Tis to yourself I speak; you cannot know Him whom I call in speaking such an one, For thou beneath the earth lie buried low, Which he alone as living walks upon; Thou mayst at times have heard him speak to you, And […]

English Poetry. Jones Very. The Clouded Morning. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Clouded Morning The morning comes, and thickening clouds prevail, Hanging like curtains all the horizon round, Or overhead in heavy stillness sail; So still is day, it seems like night profound; Scarce by the city’s din the air is stirred, And dull and […]

English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 2. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 4. Из цикла «Дети Адама». 2. Запружены реки мои

Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 2. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers From pent-up aching rivers, From that of myself without which I were nothing, From what I am determin’d to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men, From my own voice […]