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 […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Birds’ Nests. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Birds’ Nests He summer nests uncovered by autumn wind, Some torn, others dislodged, all dark, Everyone sees them: low or high in tree, Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark. Since there’s no need of eyes to see them with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I looked here. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I looked here; I looked there; Nowhere could I see my love. And — this time – She was in my heart. Truly, then, I have no complaint, For though she be fair and fairer, She is none so fair as […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Three little birds in a row. Стивен Крейн. Три маленькие птички
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Three little birds in a row Sat musing. A man passed near that place. Then did the little birds nudge each other. They said, “He thinks he can sing.” They threw back their heads to laugh. With quaint countenances They […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In a lonely place. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me: “Sir, what is this?” Then I saw that I was greater, Aye, greater than this sage. I answered him at once, “Old, old […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In heaven. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little blades Began eagerly to relate The merits of their lives. This one stayed a small way behind, Ashamed. Presently, God […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. And you love me. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you, Man’s opinions, a thousand thickets, My interwoven existence, My life, Caught in the stubble of the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once a man clambering to the housetops. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once a man clambering to the housetops Appealed to the heavens. With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres; A warrior’s shout he raised to the suns. Lo, at last, there was a dot on the clouds, And — […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a great cathedral. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there Was erect, and bore himself proudly. Yet some could see him cringe, As in a place of danger, Throwing frightened glances […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I have heard the sunset song of the birches. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * ”I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel of the pines. At nightfall The little grasses have rushed by me With the wind men. These things have I lived,” […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The sage lectured brilliantly. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: ”Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away. Then a cunning pupil Changed the positions. Turned the sage again: ”Now this one is a devil, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom of the steel thing’s striving, The little cry of a man to a man, A shadow falling across the greyer night, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. O Beauty, Passing Beauty!. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) * * * O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet! How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs? I only ask to sit beside thy feet. Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes. Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A slant of sun on dull brown walls. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A song of collisions and cries, Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells, Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans, Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Each small gleam was a voice. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice – In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus of colours came over the water; The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered, No pines crooned on the hills, The blue night […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The impact of a dollar upon the heart. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white table, With the hanging cool velvet shadows Moving softly upon the door. The impact of a million dollars Is […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. With eye and with gesture. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * With eye and with gesture You say you are holy. I say you lie; For I did see you Draw away your coats From the sin upon the hands Of a little child. Liar! Stephen Crane’s other poems: The ocean […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a man with tongue of wood. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there was one who heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood And knew what the man Wished to sing, And […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. When the prophet, a complacent fat man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: ”Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands, But the scene is grey.” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one of your withered days? With your old eyes Do you hope to see The triumphal march of justice? Do not […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was set before me a mighty hill. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was set before me a mighty hill, And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had before me the summit-view, It seemed that my labour Had been to see gardens Lying at impossible distances. Stephen Crane’s […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “Have you ever made a just man?”. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “Have you ever made a just man?” ”Have you ever made a just man?” ”Oh, I have made three,” answered God, ”But two of them are dead, And the third – Listen! Listen! And you will hear the thud of his defeat.” Stephen […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A little ink more or less!. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A little ink more or less! I surely can’t matter? Even the sky and the opulent sea, The plains and the hills, aloof, Hear the uproar of all these books. But it is only a little ink more or less. […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Requiescat. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Requiescat Fair is her cottage in its place, Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides. It sees itself from thatch to base Dream in the sliding tides. And fairer she, but ah how soon to die! Her quiet dream of life this hour […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man went before a strange God. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man went before a strange God – The God of many men, sadly wise. And the deity thundered loudly, Fat with rage, and puffing. ”Kneel, mortal, and cringe And grovel and do homage To My Particularly Sublime Majesty.” […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds; The leaden thunders crashed. A worshipper raised his arm. ”Hearken! Hearken! The voice of God!” ”Not so,” said a man. ”The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a man who lived a life of fire. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was a man who lived a life of fire. Even upon the fabric of time, Where purple becomes orange And orange purple, This life glowed, A dire red stain, indelible; Yet when he was dead, He saw that he […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Many workmen. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Many workmen Built a huge ball of masonry Upon a mountain-top. Then they went to the valley below, And turned to behold their work. ”It is grand,” they said; They loved the thing. Of a sudden, it moved: It […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Why do you strive for greatness, fool? Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, there are certain barbarians Who tilt their noses As if the stars were flowers, And Thy servant is lost […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I stood upon a highway. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I stood upon a highway, And, behold, there came Many strange peddlers. To me each one made gestures, Holding forth little images, saying, ”This is my pattern of God. Now this is the God I prefer.” But I said, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “It was wrong to do this,” said the angel. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “It was wrong to do this,” said the angel ”It was wrong to do this,” said the angel. ”You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin.” ”Not so,” quoth the man Who had no […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. When a people reach the top of a hill. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. A vision of their dead comes to the weak. The moon shall not be too old Before the new battalions rise, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once there was a man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once there was a man – Oh, so wise! In all drink He detected the bitter, And in all touch He found the sting. At last he cried thus: ”There is nothing – No life, No joy, No pain – […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Behold, the grave of a wicked man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with violets, But the spirit grasped her arm. ”No flowers for him,” he said. The maid wept: ”Ah, I loved him.” […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Death of the Old Year. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Death of the Old Year Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Many red devils ran from my heart. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink. It was strange To write in this red muck Of things from my […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Charity thou art a lie. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Charity thou art a lie, A toy of women, A pleasure of certain men. In the presence of justice, Lo, the walls of the temple Are visible Through thy form of sudden shadows. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “What says the sea, little shell?”. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “What says the sea, little shell?” ”What says the sea, little shell? What says the sea? Long has our brother been silent to us, Kept his message for the ships, Awkward ships, stupid ships.” ”The sea bids you mourn, O Pines, Sing […]