English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Tattoo. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Tattoo The light is like a spider. It crawls over the water. It crawls over the edges of the snow. It crawls under your eyelids And spreads its webs there– Its two webs. The webs of your eyes Are fastened To the […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, was this: To think away the grass, the trees, the clouds, Not to transform […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table. It reminded […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Of Modern Poetry. Уоллес Стивенс. О современной позии
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Of Modern Poetry The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: the scene was set; it repeated what Was in the script. Then the theatre was changed To something else. Its past […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Idea of Order at Key West. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Snow Man. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Snow Man One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Mine Own John Poynz. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) Mine Own John Poynz Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know The cause why that homeward I me draw, And flee the press of courts, whereso they go, Rather than to live thrall under the awe Of lordly looks, wrappèd within my […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Epigram. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Эпиграмма на Уильяма Коббета
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Epigram In digging up your bones, Tom Paine, Will. Cobbett has done well: You visit him on earth again, He’ll visit you in hell. January 2, 1820 Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма на Уильяма Коббета Твои, Том Пейн, он вырыл кости, Но, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Emperor of Ice-Cream. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Emperor of Ice-Cream Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month’s […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Anecdote of the Jar. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Anecdote of the Jar I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Six Significant Landscapes. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Six Significant Landscapes I An old man sits In the shadow of a pine tree In China. He sees larkspur, Blue and white, At the edge of the shadow, Move in the wind. His beard moves in the wind. The pine tree moves […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Nomad Exquisite. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Nomad Exquisite As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth The big-finned palm And green vine angering for life, As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth hymn and hymn From the beholder, Beholding all these green sides And gold sides of green […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Sunday Morning 1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She dreams a little, and she feels the […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Poem Written at Morning. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Poem Written at Morning A sunny day’s complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor you paint A thing. Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit, A fruit for pewter, thorned and palmed and blue, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. To the One of Fictive Music. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) To the One of Fictive Music Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of the clearest bloom, And of the fragrant mothers the most dear And queen, and of diviner love the […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Continual Conversation with a Silent Man. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Continual Conversation with a Silent Man The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die– The broken cartwheel on the hill. As if, in the presence of the sea, We dried our nets and mended sail […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Bantams in Pine-Woods. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Bantams in Pine-Woods Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail. Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal. Your world is you. I […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The River of Rivers in Connecticut. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The River of Rivers in Connecticut There is a great river this side of Stygia Before one comes to the first black cataracts And trees that lack the intelligence of trees. In that river, far this side of Stygia, The mere flowing of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. In Spain. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) In Spain Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams Turns up the grains of gold already tried With spur and sail, for I go to seek the Thames Gainward the sun that shewth her wealthy pride, And to the town which Brutus sought by […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Well Dressed Man with a Beard. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Well Dressed Man with a Beard After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. Yes is this present sun. If the rejected things, the things denied, Slid over the western cataract, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) * * * The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet and the world was calm. The words were spoken as […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Metaphors of a Magnifico. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Metaphors of a Magnifico Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man Crossing a single bridge into a village. This is old song That will not declare itself… Twenty men […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts The difficulty to think at the end of day, When the shapeless shadow covers the sun And nothing is left except light on your fur— There was the cat slopping its milk all day, Fat cat, […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Valley Candle. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Valley Candle My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. The beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew. Wallace Stevens’s other poems: Nomad Exquisite Final […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Domination of Black. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Domination of Black At night, by the fire, The colors of the bushes And of the fallen leaves, Repeating themselves, Turned in the room, Like the leaves themselves Turning in the wind. Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks Came striding. And I […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. Disillusionment of Ten O’clock. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) Disillusionment of Ten O’clock The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not […]
English Poetry. Wallace Stevens. The Planet on the Table. Уоллес Стивенс.
Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс) The Planet on the Table Ariel was glad he had written his poems. They were of a remembered time Or of something seen that he liked. Other makings of the sun Were waste and welter And the ripe shrub writhed. His self […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Orchard. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Orchard I saw the first pear as it fell– the honey-seeking, golden-banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I, (spare us from loveliness) and I fell prostrate crying: you have flayed us with your blossoms, spare us the beauty of fruit-trees. […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Adonis. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Adonis 1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured and unbent in the winter-frost, the burnt into gold points, lighted afresh, crisp amber, scales of gold-leaf, gold turned and re-welded in […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. I Abide and Abide and Better Abide. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) * * * I abide and abide and better abide, And after the old proverb, the happy day; And ever my lady to me doth say, “Let me alone and I will provide.” I abide and abide and tarry the tide, And with abiding […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Pear Tree. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Pear Tree Silver dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver, higher than my arms reach you front us with great mass; no flower ever opened so staunch a white leaf, no flower ever parted silver […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. At Baia. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) At Baia I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream), “I send you this, who left the blue veins of your throat unkissed.” […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Wash of Cold River. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) * * * Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate shell- like leaf enclosing frozen lily-leaf, camellia texture, colder than a […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. The Mysteries Remain. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) * * * The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed-time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass, I multiply, renew and bless Bacchus in the vine; I hold the law, I keep the mysteries true, the first of […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Stars Wheel in Purple. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Stars Wheel in Purple Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran or Sirius, nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War; stars turn in purple, glorious to the […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Sea Poppies. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Sea Poppies Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to bleach on the boulders: your stalk has caught root among wet […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Oread. Хильда Дулитл. Ореада
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Oread Whirl up, sea— Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us— Cover us with your pools of fir. Перевод на русский язык Ореада Море, взвихрись, заверти свои остроконечные пинии, плесни […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Helen. Хильда Дулитл. Елена
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Helen All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the white hands. All Greece reviles the wan face when she smiles, hating it deeper still when it grows wan and white, […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. From Citron-Bower. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) From Citron-Bower From citron-bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a-flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of hue, cut the width of board and lathe, carve the feet from myrtle-wood. Let the […]