English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Cities. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Cities Can we believe — by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in disgust, street after street, each patterned alike, no grace to lighten a single house of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Avising The Bright Beams. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) * * * Avising the bright beams of these fair eyes Where he is that mine oft moisteth and washeth, The wearied mind straight from the heart departeth For to rest in his worldly paradise And find the sweet bitter under this guise. What […]
English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. At Ithaca. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) At Ithaca Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on that desperate tone of dark that wives put on when all their love is done. […]
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. Sheltered Garden. Хильда Дулитл. Защищенный сад
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Sheltered Garden I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest – then you retrace your steps, or find the same slope on the other side, precipitate. I have had […]
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. Sea Rose. Хильда Дулитл. Морская роза
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Sea Rose Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet rose single on a stem — you are caught in the drift. […]
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. Cassandra. Хильда Дулитл.
Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл) Cassandra O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what light, what fire searing my eye-balls and my eyes with flame? nameless, O spoken name, […]
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. The Humstrum. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Humstrum Why woonce, at Chris’mas-tide, avore The wold year wer a-reckon’d out, The humstrums here did come about, A-soundèn up at ev’ry door. But now a bow do never screäpe A humstrum, any where all round, An’ zome can’t tell a […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Penelope. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Penelope Love, like a wind, shook wide your blosmy eyes, You trembled, and your breath came sobbing-wise For that you loved me. You were so kind, so sweet, none could withhold To adore, but that you were so strange, so cold; For that […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. A Snowy Night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. A Snowy Night ’Twer at night, an’ a keen win’ did blow Vrom the east under peäle-twinklèn stars, All a-zweepèn along the white snow; On the groun’, on the trees, on the bars, Vrom the hedge where the win’ russled drough, There […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Fall Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Fall Time The gather’d clouds, a-hangèn low, Do meäke the woody ridge look dim; An’ raïn-vill’d streams do brisker flow, Arisèn higher to their brim. In the tree, vrom lim’ to lim’, Leaves do drop Vrom the top, all slowly down, Yollow, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Sheädes. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Sheädes Come here an’ zit a while below Theäse tower, grey and ivy-bound, In sheäde, the while the zun do glow So hot upon the flow’ry ground; An’ winds in flight, Do briskly smite The blossoms bright, upon the gleäde, But never […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Rwose in the Dark. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Rwose in the Dark In zummer, leäte at evenèn tide, I zot to spend a moonless hour ’Ithin the window, wi’ the zide A-bound wi’ rwoses out in flow’r, Bezide the bow’r, vorsook o’ birds, An’ listen’d to my true-love’s words. […]
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. William Barnes. Second Collection. Meäry’s Smile. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Meäry’s Smile When mornèn winds, a-blowèn high, Do zweep the clouds vrom all the sky, An’ laurel-leaves do glitter bright, The while the newly broken light Do brighten up, avore our view, The vields wi’ green, an’ hills wi’ blue; What then […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Childhood. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Childhood Aye, at that time our days wer but vew, An’ our lim’s wer but small, an’ a-growèn; An’ then the feäir worold wer new, An’ life wer all hopevul an’ gaÿ; An’ the times o’ the sproutèn o’ leaves, An’ the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Maïd o’ Newton. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Maïd o’ Newton In zummer, when the knaps wer bright In cool-aïr’d evenèn’s western light, An’ haÿ that had a-dried all day, Did now lie grey, to dewy night; I went, by happy chance, or doom, Vrom Broadwoak Hill, athirt to […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Fatherhood. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Fatherhood Let en zit, wi’ his dog an’ his cat, Wi’ their noses a-turn’d to the vier, An’ have all that a man should desire; But there idden much reädship in that. Whether vo’k mid have childern or no, Wou’dden meäke mighty […]
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. Francis Thompson. A Dead Astronomer. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Dead Astronomer (Father Perry, S.J.) Starry amorist, starward gone, Thou art–what thou didst gaze upon! Passed through thy golden garden’s bars, Thou seest the Gardener of the Stars. She, about whose moon-ed brows Seven stars make seven glows, Seven lights for […]
English Poetry. Gordon Bottomley. The End of the World. Гордон Боттомли.
Gordon Bottomley (Гордон Боттомли) The End of the World The snow had fallen many nights and days; The sky was come upon the earth at last, Sifting thinly down as endlessly As though within the system of blind planets Something had been forgot or overdriven. The dawn now […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. How Like the Sea. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) How Like the Sea How like the sea, the myriad-minded sea, Is this large love of ours: so vast, so deep, So full of mysteries! it, too, can keep Its secrets, like the ocean; and is free, Free, as the boundless main. Now […]
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. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. All Mad. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) All Mad “He is mad as a hare, poor fellow, And should be in chains,” you say. I haven’t a doubt of your statement, But who isn’t mad, I pray? Why, the world is a great asylum, And people are all insane, Gone […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. At the Making of Man. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) At the Making of Man First all the host of Raphael In liveries of gold, Lifted the chorus on whose rhythm The spinning spheres are rolled,– The Seraphs of the morning calm Whose hearts are never cold. He shall be born a spirit, […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Tent of Noon. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Tent of Noon Behold, now, where the pageant of the high June Halts in the glowing noon! The trailing shadows rest on plain and hill; The bannered hosts are still, While over forest crown and mountain head The azure tent is spread. […]
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. The Ships of Saint John. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Ships of Saint John Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, In beauty and stately pride? In they would come past the beacon light, With the sun on gleaming […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Mistress of Vision. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Mistress of Vision I Secret was the garden; Set i’ the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. Life, that is its warden, Sits behind the fosse of death. Mine eyes saw not, and I saw. II It […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Veni Creator. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Veni Creator I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who am dust and air Blown through the halls of death, Like a pale ghost of prayer,— I am thy breath. […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Earth Voices. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Earth Voices I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, “The world is made forever Of transport and desire. “I am the breath of being, The primal urge of things; I am the whirl of star dust, I am the […]
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, […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Heart of Night. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Heart of Night When all the stars are sown Across the night-blue space, With the immense unknown, In silence face to face. We stand in speechless awe While Beauty marches by, And wonder at the Law […]