English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once there came a man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once there came a man Who said, “Range me all men of the world in rows.” And instantly There was terrific clamour among the people Against being ranged in rows. There was a loud quarrel, world-wide. It endured for ages; And […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In the desert. Стивен Крейн. В пустыне
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said: “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter – bitter,” he answered; “But I like it […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Forth went the candid man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind – When he looked about him he was in a far strange country. Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars – Yellow light tore […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To a million merciful and sneering men, While families cuddle the joys of the fireside When spurred by tale of dire […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Tradition, thou art for suckling children. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes; But no meat for men is in thee. Then – But, alas, we all are babes. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture When the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Ay, workman, make me a dream. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be of the cloth of meadows. And — good workman – And let there be a man walking thereon. Stephen Crane’s other […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a land where lived no violets. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was a land where lived no violets. A traveller at once demanded : ”Why?” The people told him: ”Once the violets of this place spoke thus: ’Until some woman freely gives her lover To another woman We will fight in […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once, I knew a fine song. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once, I knew a fine song, — It is true, believe me – It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! They all flew away. I cried, ”Come back, little […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. If I should cast off this tattered coat. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there But a vast blue, Echoless, ignorant – What then? Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood — blood and torn grass – Had marked the rise of his agony – This lone hunter. The grey-green woods impassive Had watched the threshing of his limbs. A […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man feared that he might find an assassin. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell brave […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The successful man has thrust himself. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes – Bloody mistakes; Slimed with victories over the lesser, A figure thankful on the shore of money. Then, with the bones of fools He […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I stood musing in a black world. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream of men Pouring ceaselessly, Filled with eager faces, A torrent of desire. I called to them, ”Where do you go? […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A youth in apparel that glittered. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets, And dagger poised quivering, Rushed upon the youth. ”Sir,” said […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There came whisperings in the winds. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There came whisperings in the winds: ”Good-bye! Good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: ”Good-bye! Good-bye!” Then I stretched forth my arms. ”No — no — ” There came whisperings in the wind ”Good-bye! Good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I met a seer. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. ”Sir,” I addressed him, ”Let me read.” ”Child — ” he began. ”Sir,” I said, ”Think not that I am a child, For already I know much […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Should the wide world roll away. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Should the wide world roll away, Leaving black terror, Limitless night, Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand Would be to me essential, If thou and thy white arms were there, And the fall to doom a long way. Stephen […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. If there is a witness to my little life. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * If there is a witness to my little life, To my tiny throes and struggles, He sees a fool; And it is not fine for gods to menace fools. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Upon the road of my life. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, I made speech: ”Who art thou?” But she, like the others, Kept cowled her face, And answered in haste, anxiously, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The trees in the garden rained flowers. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there were some Who gathered great heaps – Having opportunity and skill – Until, behold, only chance blossoms Remained for the feeble. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was one I met upon the road. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was one I met upon the road Who looked at me with kind eyes. Her said, ”Show me of your wares.” And this I did, Holding forth one. He said, ”It is a sin.” Then held I forth another; […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. You tell me this is God?. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell brave deeds of war […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A spirit sped. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, ”God! God!” He went through valleys Of black death-slime, Ever calling, ”God! God!” Their echoes From crevice and cavern Mocked him: ”God! God! God!” Fleetly into the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Tell brave deeds of war. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * ”Tell brave deeds of war.” Then they recounted tales, – ”There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory.” Ah, I think there were braver deeds. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Two or three angels. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I was in the darkness. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then suddenly there was a great light – ”Let me into the darkness again.” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “Think as I think,” said a man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “Think as I think,” said a man ”Think as I think,” said a man, ”Or you are abominably wicked; You are a toad.” And after I had thought of it, I said, ”I will, then, be a toad.” Stephen Crane’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “Truth,” said a traveller. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “Truth,” said a traveller ”Truth,” said a traveller, ”Is a rock, a mighty fortress; Often have I been to it, Even to its highest tower, From whence the world looks black.” ”Truth,” said a traveller, ”Is a breath, a wind, A shadow, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Yes, I have a thousand tongues. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and ninety-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one, It will make no melody at my will, But is dead in my mouth. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man said to the universe. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man said to the universe: ”Sir I exist!” ”However,” replied the universe, ”The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell brave […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Black riders came from the sea. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Black riders came from the sea. There was clang and clang of spear and shield, And clash and clash of hoof and heel, Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind: Thus the ride of sin. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. On the horizon the peaks assembled. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * On the horizon the peaks assembled; And as I looked, The march of the mountains began. As they marched, they sang, “Aye! We come! We come!” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man toiled on a burning road. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from a green place. The man cried out in rage, “Ah! Do not deride me, fool! I know you – All day […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. To the maiden. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * To the maiden The sea was blue meadow, Alive with little froth-people Singing. To the sailor, wrecked, The sea was dead grey walls Superlative in vacancy, Upon which nevertheless at fateful time Was written The grim hatred of nature. Stephen […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Blustering God. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heaven You plunge Your spear at my heart, I fear You not. No, not if the blow Is as the lightning […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. On the desert. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * On the desert A silence from the moon’s deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat and dumb. Before them, a woman Moves to the blowing of shrill whistles And distant thunder of drums, While mystic things, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was crimson clash of war. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not these things. He said, “Why is this?” Whereupon a million strove to answer him. There was such intricate clamour […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Mystic shadow, bending near me. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Mystic shadow, bending near me, Who art thou? Whence come ye? And — tell me — is it fair Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire? Tell me! Fear not that I should quaver. For I dare — I […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In the night. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys, And the peaks looked toward God alone. “O Master that movest the wind with a finger, Humble, idle, futile peaks are we. Grant that we may run swiftly across the world To […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The ocean said to me once. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go you and tell her this – Her lover I have laid In cool green hall. There is wealth of golden sand […]