English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. The Pool. Хильда Дулитл.

Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) The Pool Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you – banded one? Hilda Doolittle’s other poems: Holy Satyr From Citron-Bower Cities The Mysteries Remain Acon To the dedicated […]

English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Leda. Хильда Дулитл.

Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Leda Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple down of his soft breast uncurls his coral feet. Through the deep purple of the dying heat of sun and mist, the […]

English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Heat. Хильда Дулитл.

Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Heat O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick air– fruit cannot fall into heat that presses up and blunts the points of pears and rounds the grapes. Cut […]

English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Evadne. Хильда Дулитл.

Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Evadne I first tasted under Apollo’s lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or hyacinth which the wind combs back across some rock shelf; I, Evadne, was made of the god of light. His hair […]

English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Acon. Хильда Дулитл.

Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Acon Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail of flower, buds of myrrh, all-healing herbs, close pressed in calathes. For she lies panting, drawing sharp breath, broken […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Linda Deäne. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Linda Deäne The bright-tunn’d house, a-risèn proud, Stood high avore a zummer cloud, An’ windy sheädes o’ tow’rs did vall Upon the many-window’d wall; An’ on the grassy terrace, bright Wi’ white-bloom’d zummer’s deäisy beds, An’ snow-white lilies noddèn heads, Sweet Linda […]

English Poetry. Gordon Bottomley. Atlantis. Гордон Боттомли.

Gordon Bottomley (Гордон Боттомли) Atlantis What poets sang in Atlantis? Who can tell The epics of Atlantis or their names? The sea hath its own murmurs, and sounds not The secrets of its silences beneath, And knows not any cadences enfolded When the last bubbles of Atlantis broke […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Aquileia. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Aquileia [On the election of the Roman Emperor Maximus, by the Senate, A.D. 238, a powerful army, headed by the Thracian giant Maximus, laid siege to Aquileia. Though poorly prepared for war, the constancy of her citizens rendered her impregnable. The women […]

English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Spring’s Saraband. Блисс Кармен.

Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Spring’s Saraband Over the hills of April With soft winds hand in hand, Impassionate and dreamy-eyed, Spring leads her saraband. Her garments float and gather And swirl along the plain, Her headgear is the golden sun, Her cloak the silver rain. With colour […]

English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Garden Shadows. Блисс Кармен.

Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Garden Shadows When the dawn winds whisper To the standing corn, And the rose of morning From the dark is born, All my shadowy garden Seems to grow aware Of a fragrant presence, Half expected there. In the golden shimmer Of the burning […]

English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Winter Scene. Блисс Кармен.

Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Winter Scene I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare woods, or the hardy bitter-sweet; Drivers have put their sheepskin jackets on; And all the ponds are sealed with sheeted […]

English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Why. Блисс Кармен.

Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Why FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The stir of the years Go by on the wind By night and day; And heeds no thing Of the needs […]

English Poetry. Bliss Carman. White Nassau. Блисс Кармен.

Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) White Nassau There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they hoot each other down; From the Battery to Harlem there’s seven miles of slush, Through looming granite canyons of glitter, noise, […]