English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Braddan Vicarage. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Braddan Vicarage I WONDER if in that fair isle, Some child is growing now, like me When I was child: care-pricked, yet healed the while With balm of rock and sea. I wonder if the purple ring […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Specula. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Specula When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth— It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny plot. Nor think, if haply He thou seek’st be late, He does thee wrong. To […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Tolerance. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Tolerance ‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I, ‘To bear with such, and pass it by; Yet so I do, I know not why!’ And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise I might have saved […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Disguises. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Disguises High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries haste. Then He that is most dear in my regard Of all the crew gives aidance […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Ibant Obscuræ. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Ibant Obscuræ To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, Of the sun’s wreck and clashing surges born. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Pain. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Pain The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; ’Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the larger state, Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot! Moreover, while we wait the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Should Lanterns Shine. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Should Lanterns Shine Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, Would wither up, an any boy of love Look twice before he fell from grace. The features in their private dark Are formed of flesh, but let […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. How Shall My Animal. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation’s shell, Endure burial under the spelling wall, The invoked, shrouding veil at the cap of the face, Who should be furious, Drunk […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Once It Was the Colour of Saying. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * Once it was the colour of saying Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill With a capsized field where a school sat still And a black and white patch of girls grew playing; The gentle seaslides of saying I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Mad Judy. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Mad Judy When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and sigh. She was crazed, we knew, and we Humoured her infirmity. When the daughters and the sons Gathered them to […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Epigrams. Джордж Гордон Байрон. На самоубийство британского министра Кэстелри
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Epigrams Oh, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now; Cato died for his country, so didst thou: He perish’d rather than see Rome enslaved, Thou cutt’ st thy throat that Britain may be saved! So Castlereagh has cut his throat!–The worst Of this […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The Runes of Weland’s Sword. Редьярд Киплинг. Руны на виландовом мече
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Runes of Weland’s Sword A smith makes me To betray my Man In my first fight. To gather Gold At the world’s end I am sent. The Gold I gather Comes into England Out of deep Water. Like a shining […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. The Conversation of Prayer. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) The Conversation of Prayer The conversation of prayers about to be said By the child going to bed and the man on the stairs Who climbs to his dying love in her high room, The one not caring to whom in his sleep he […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. I Fellowed Sleep. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) I Fellowed Sleep I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper’s eye, Shifting to light, turned on me like a moon. So, planning-heeled, I flew along my man And dropped on dreaming and the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Twenty-Four Years. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Twenty-Four Years Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. (Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.) In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor Sewing a shroud for a journey By the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Among Those Killed in the Dawn Raid Was a Man Aged a Hundred. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Among Those Killed in the Dawn Raid Was a Man Aged a Hundred When the morning was waking over the war He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died, The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide, He dropped […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. I Dreamed My Genesis. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) I Dreamed My Genesis I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, driving Through vision and the girdered nerve. From limbs that had the measure of the worm, shuffled Off […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. This Side of the Truth. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) This Side of the Truth (for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the blinding country of youth, That all is undone, Under the unminding skies, Of innocence and guilt Before you […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Sometimes the Sky’s Too Bright. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * Sometimes the sky’s too bright, Or has too many clouds or birds, And far away’s too sharp a sun To nourish thinking of him. Why is my hand too blunt To cut in front of me My horrid images for me, […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Lament. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Lament When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women), I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood, The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit, I skipped […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. A Process in the Weather of the Heart. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * A process in the weather of the heart Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. A weather in the quarter of the veins Turns night to day; blood in their suns Lights up the living worm. […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Love in the Asylum. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Love in the Asylum A stranger has come To share my room in the house not right in the head, A girl mad as birds Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume. Strait in the mazed bed She deludes […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Moonlight. Томас Гарди (Харди). В лунном свете
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Moonlight “O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and stare At her grave, as no other grave where there?” “If your great gaunt eyes so importune Her soul by the shine of this corpse-cold moon, […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. I Have Longed to Move Away. Дилан Томас. Я рвался уйти прочь
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors’ continual cry Growing more terrible as the day Goes over the hill into the deep sea; I have longed to move away From the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Poem on His Birthday. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Poem on His Birthday In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts high among beaks And palavers of birds This sandgrain day in the bent bay’s grave He celebrates and spurns His […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string, If the red tickle as the cattle calve Still set to scratch a laughter from […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Before I Knocked. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Before I Knocked Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as the water That shaped the Jordan near my home Was brother to Mnetha’s daughter And sister to the fathering worm. […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. O Make Me a Mask. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) O Make Me a Mask O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face, Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. The Hand That Signed the Paper. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) The Hand That Signed the Paper The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; These five kings did a king to death. The mighty hand leads to […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. On a Wedding Anniversary. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) On a Wedding Anniversary The sky is torn across This ragged anniversary of two Who moved for three years in tune Down the long walks of their vows. Now their love lies a loss And Love and his patients roar on a chain; […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Clown in the Moon. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Clown in the Moon My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. His Immortality. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) His Immortality I I saw a dead man’s finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: “This must be His immortality.” II I looked there as the seasons wore, And still his soul continuously upbore […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. A Refusal to Mourn the Death, By Fire, of a Child in London. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) A Refusal to Mourn the Death, By Fire, of a Child in London Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still hour Is come of the sea tumbling […]
English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. And Death Shall Have No Dominion. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) * * * And death shall have no dominion. Dead mean naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The New House a-gettèn Wold. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The New House a-gettèn Wold Ah! when our wedded life begun, Theäse clean-wall’d house of ours wer new; Wi’ thatch as yollor as the zun Avore the cloudless sky o’ blue; The sky o’ blue that then did bound The blue-hilled worold’s […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zummer Winds. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zummer Winds Let me work, but mid noo tie Hold me vrom the oben sky, When zummer winds, in plaÿsome flight, Do blow on vields in noon-day light, Or ruslèn trees, in twilight night. Sweet’s a stroll, By flow’ry knowl, or blue-feäcèd […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Come. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Come Wull ye come in eärly Spring, Come at Easter, or in Maÿ? Or when Whitsuntide mid bring Longer light to show your waÿ? Wull ye come, if you be true, Vor to quicken love anew. Wull ye call in Spring or […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Lilac. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Lilac Dear lilac-tree, a-spreadèn wide Thy purple blooth on ev’ry zide, As if the hollow sky did shed Its blue upon thy flow’ry head; Oh! whether I mid sheäre wi’ thee Thy open aïr, my bloomèn tree, Or zee thy blossoms […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Water Crowvoot. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Water Crowvoot O’ small-feäc’d flow’r that now dost bloom To stud wi’ white the shallow Frome, An’ leäve the clote to spread his flow’r On darksome pools o’ stwoneless Stour, When sof’ly-rizèn aïrs do cool The water in the sheenèn pool, […]