English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Eavesdropper. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Eavesdropper In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming forest wind Stir in the paling autumn-tide. I watched her earth-brown eyes grow glad Because the round day was so fair; […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Rivers of Canada. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Rivers of Canada O all the little rivers that run to Hudson’s Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current–where they run Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun. I hear the brawling rapid, […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. If Death be Good. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) If Death be Good (Sappho LXXIV) If death be good, Why do the gods not die? If life be ill, Why do the gods still live? If love be naught, Why do the gods still love? If love be all, What should men […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago (Sappho XXIII) I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago, When the great oleanders were in flower In the broad herded meadows full of sun. And we would often at the fall of dusk Wander […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Behind the Arras. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Behind the Arras I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall feel quite at home. I love to roam. Day after day I loiter and explore From door to door; So […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Question. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Question O bird with heart of wassail, That toss the Bacchic branch, And slip your shaken music, An elfin avalanche; Come tell me, O tell me, My poet of the blue! What’s YOUR thought of me, Sweet?– Here’s MY thought of you. […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. A Creature Catechism. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) A Creature Catechism I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of storm We feel the primal wish Of the earth take form. Through the dim green water-fire We see […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Vagabonds. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Vagabonds We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime And all the valleys blue with haze. We came unlooked for as the wind Trooping across […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Ships of Yule. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Ships of Yule When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I called the Ships of Yule; Of every rig, from rakish brig And gallant barkentine, To little Fundy fishing boats […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Old Gray Wall. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Old Gray Wall Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might endure, And the goodly will be done. Did the hand of the builder guess, […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. On Love. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) On Love TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin’s spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my friends, That as the round year ends, We meet once more for gladness by God’s leave. […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. An April Morning. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) An April Morning Once more in misted April The world is growing green. Along the winding river The plumey willows lean. Beyond the sweeping meadows The looming mountains rise, Like battlements of dreamland Against the brooding skies. In every wooded valley The […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. By the Aurelian Wall. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) By the Aurelian Wall In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius’ tomb, A weary mortal seeking rest found room For quiet burial, Leaving among his friends A book of lyrics. […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. A Song before Sailing. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) A Song before Sailing Wind of the dead men’s feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news for me! Blow me beyond the grime And pestilence of time! I am too sick at heart to war […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. A Sea Child. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) A Sea Child The lover of child Marjory Had one white hour of life brim full; Now the old nurse, the rocking sea, Hath him to lull. The daughter of child Marjory Hath in her veins, to beat […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Echo. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Echo About the tow’r an’ churchyard wall, Out nearly overright our door, A tongue ov wind did always call Whatever we did call avore. The vaïce did mock our neämes, our cheers, Our merry laughs, our hands’ loud claps, An’ mother’s […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To a Snowflake. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To a Snowflake What heart could have thought you? – Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely, From what Paradisal Imagineless metal, Too costly for cost? Who hammered you, wrought you, From argentine vapor? – “God was my shaper. Passing […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Went Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Went Hwome Upon the slope, the hedge did bound The vield wi’ blossom-whited zide, An’ charlock patches, yollow-dyed, Did reach along the white-soil’d ground; An’ vo’k, a-comèn up vrom meäd, Brought gil’cup meal upon the shoe; Or went on where the road […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Neäme Letters. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Neäme Letters When high-flown larks wer on the wing, A warm-aïr’d holiday in Spring, We stroll’d, ’ithout a ceäre or frown, Up roun’ the down at Meldonley; An’ where the hawthorn-tree did stand Alwone, but still wi’ mwore at hand, We […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Treat well you Wife. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Treat well you Wife No, no, good Meäster Collins cried, Why you’ve a good wife at your zide; Zoo do believe the heart is true That gi’ed up all bezide vor you, An’ still beheäve as you begun To seek the love […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Me’th below the Tree. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Me’th below the Tree O when theäse elems’ crooked boughs, A’most too thin to sheäde the cows, Did slowly swing above the grass As winds o’ Spring did softly pass, An’ zunlight show’d the shiftèn sheäde, While youthful me’th wi’ laughter loud, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Comen Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Comen Hwome As clouds did ride wi’ heästy flight, An’ woods did sway upon the height, An’ bleädes o’ grass did sheäke, below The hedge-row bremble’s swingèn bow, I come back hwome where winds did zwell, In whirls along the woody gleädes, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Leädy’s Tower. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Leädy’s Tower An’ then we went along the gleädes O’ zunny turf, in quiv’rèn sheädes, A-windèn off, vrom hand to hand, Along a path o’ yollow zand, An’ clomb a stickle slope, an’ vound An open patch o’ lofty ground, Up […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Ellen Brine ov Allenburn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Ellen Brine ov Allenburn Noo soul did hear her lips complaïn, An’ she’s a-gone vrom all her païn, An’ others’ loss to her is gaïn For she do live in heaven’s love; Vull many a longsome day an’ week She bore her […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. Upon the Silent Woman. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) Upon the Silent Woman Hear, you bad writers, and though you not see, I will inform you where you happy be: Provide the most malicious thoughts you can, And bend them all against some private man, To bring him, not his vices, on the […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. In Laudem Authoris. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) In Laudem Authoris Like to the weake estate of a poore friend, To whom sweet fortune hath bene euer slow, VVhich dayly doth that happy howre attend, VVhen his poore state may his affection shew: So fares my loue, not able as the rest, […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. The Indifferent. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) The Indifferent Never more will I protest, To love a woman but in jest: For as they cannot be true, So, to give each man his due, When the wooing fit is past Their affection cannot last. Therefore, if I chance to meet […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. In No Strange Land. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) In No Strange Land O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air– That we […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. A Sonnet. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) A Sonnet Flattering Hope, away and leave me, She’ll not come, thou dost deceive me; Hark the cock crows, th’ envious light Chides away the silent night; Yet she comes not, oh ! how I tire Betwixt cold fear and hot desire. Here […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. Salmacis and Hermaphroditus. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) Salmacis and Hermaphroditus MY wanton lines doe treate of amorous loue, Such as would bow the hearts of gods aboue: Then Venus, thou great Citherean Queene, That hourely tript on the Idalian greene, Thou laughing Erycina, daygne to see The verses wholly consecrate to […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie. Роберт Бернс. «Вилли рыжий, Вилли ражий…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie O rattlin’, roarin’ Willie, O, he held to the fair, An’ for to sell his fiddle, An’ buy some other ware; But parting wi’ his fiddle, The saut tear blin’t his ee; And rattlin’, roarin’ Willie, Ye’re welcome hame to me! […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. There Was a Bonnie Lass. Роберт Бернс. «На свете девушка жила…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * There was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass, And she lo’ed her bonnie laddie dear; Till war’s loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi’ mony a sigh and tear. Over sea, over shore, where the cannons […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Behold, from the land of the farther suns. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming place, Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces, Shrouded above in black impenetrableness. I shrank, loathing, Sick with it. And I said to him, “What is this?” He […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There were many who went in huddled procession. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There were many who went in huddled procession, They knew not whither; But, at any rate, success or calamity Would attend all in equality. There was one who sought a new road. He went into direful thickets, And ultimately he […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a man and a woman. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishment All upon the head of her, And went away gaily. II There was a man and a woman Who sinned. And […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The wayfarer. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. “Ha,” he said, “I see that none has passed here In a long time.” Later he saw that each weed Was a singular knife. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I walked in a desert. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I walked in a desert. And I cried, “Ah, God, take me from this place!” A voice said, “It is no desert.” I cried, “Well, But – The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.” A voice said, “It is no desert.” […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I stood upon a high place. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning, And said, “Comrade! Brother!” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Snow. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Snow In the gloom of whiteness, In the great silence of snow, A child was sighing And bitterly saying: “Oh, They have killed a white bird up there on her nest, The down is fluttering from her breast!” And still it fell through that […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To Thomas Moore. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Томасу Муру
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To Thomas Moore My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here’s a double health to thee! Here’s a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those […]