English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Sleeping on the Ceiling. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Sleeping on the Ceiling It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, the fountain is in the dark. Not a soul is in the park. Below, where the wallpaper is peeling, […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. View of the Capitol from the Library of Congress. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) View of the Capitol from the Library of Congress Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside and blankly stares off to the side like a big white old wall-eyed horse. […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Rain Towards Morning. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Rain Towards Morning The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending shadows will not be back, and all the wires come falling down. No cage, no frightening […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. Henry James. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) Henry James Who comes to-night? We open the doors in vain. Who comes? My bursting walls, can you contain The presences that now together throng Your narrow entry, as with flowers and song, As with the air of life, the breath of […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Poem. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Poem About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays –this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?) has never earned any money in its life. Useless and free, it has […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. O Breath. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) O Breath Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something moving but invisibly, and with what clamor why restrained I cannot fathom even a ripple. (See the thin flying of nine […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Conversation. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Conversation The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could tell the difference. Uninnocent, these conversations start, and then engage […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Anaphora. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Anaphora In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from a factory; such white-gold skies our eyes first open on, such brilliant walls that for a moment we wonder ”Where […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. At the Fishhouses. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) At the Fishhouses Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in the gloaming almost invisible, a dark purple-brown, and his shuttle worn and polished. The air smells so strong of codfish it […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Armadillo. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Armadillo For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing the mountain height, rising toward a saint still honored in these parts, the paper chambers flush and fill […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Bight. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Bight [On my birthday] At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches. Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, the water in […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Unbeliever. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Unbeliever He sleeps on the top of a mast. – Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his eyes fast closed. The sails fall away below him like the sheets of his bed, leaving out in the […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Sonnet (Caught – the bubble). Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Sonnet (Caught – the bubble) Caught – the bubble in the spirit level, a creature divided; and the compass needle wobbling and wavering, undecided. Freed – the broken thermometer’s mercury running away; and the rainbow-bird from the narrow bevel of the empty mirror, flying […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Map. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Map Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of long sea-weeded ledges where weeds hang to the simple blue from green. Or does the land lean down to lift the […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. Come from the Daisied Meadows. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) Come from the Daisied Meadows HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet - Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set; For the dews are falling fast And the night has come at last. Home with you, home and lay […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. First Death in Nova Scotia. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) First Death in Nova Scotia In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, and King George with Queen Mary. Below them on the table stood a stuffed loon shot and stuffed by […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Questions of Travel. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Questions of Travel There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion, turning […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. In the Waiting Room. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) In the Waiting Room In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist’s appointment and sat and waited for her in the dentist’s waiting room. It was winter. It got dark early. The waiting room was full of grown-up people, arctics […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Filling Station. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Filling Station Oh, but it is dirty! –this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with that match! Father wears a dirty, oil-soaked monkey suit that cuts him under the arms, and several quick and […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Sestina. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Sestina September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child beside the Little Marvel Stove, reading the jokes from the almanac, laughing and talking to hide her tears. She thinks that […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. One Art. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. When Winchester Races. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) When Winchester Races When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at all for the leave of Saint Swithin And that William of Wykeham’s approval was faint. The races however were […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. This Little Bag. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) This Little Bag This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made– For, if you should a needle want It will afford you aid. And as we are about to part T’will serve another end, For when you look upon […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. See They Come, Post Haste from Thanet. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) * * * See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They’ve left behind them Richard Kennet With the Parents of the Bride! Canterbury they have passed through; Next succeeded Stamford-bridge; Chilham village they came fast through; Now they’ve […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. Of a Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) * * * Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean, A gallant commander the victim is seen. For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand Condemn’d to receive a severe reprimand! To his foes I could wish a resemblance in fate: That they, too, may suffer […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 9. Windy Nights. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. 9. Бурная ночь
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. 9. Windy Nights Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend In measured verse I’ll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast savannah. Ontario’s lake may fitly speak Her fancy’s ample bound: Its […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. Miss Lloyd Has Now Went to Miss Green. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) Miss Lloyd Has Now Went to Miss Green Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a Black Ploughman’s Gauze, To be made up directly, because Miss Lloyd must in mourning appear For […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. Happy the Lab’rer. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) Happy the Lab’rer Happy the lab’rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn’d hose, Andhat upon his head, to church he goes; As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws A glance upon the ample cabbage rose That, stuck in button-hole, […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. Ode to Pity. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) Ode to Pity 1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed On disappointed Love. While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush Converses […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. When Stretch’d on One’s Bed. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) * * * When stretch’d on one’s bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For the grandest affairs That may busy the world as it goes! How little one […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died December 16 – My Birthday.. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died December 16 – My Birthday. The day returns again, my natal day; What mix’d emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass’d away Since thou wert snatch’d forever from our eyes.– The […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. Oh! Mr. Best, You’re Very Bad. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) * * * Oh! Mr. Best, you’re very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By me, a tunefull Poet.– You used to go to Harrowgate Each summer as it came, And why I pray should […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) * * * My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary’s safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared with that of Mary Jane.– May he a growing Blessing prove, And well deserve his Parents’ Love!– Endow’d with Art’s […]
English Poetry. Jane Austen. I’ve a Pain in My Head. Джейн Остин.
Jane Austen (Джейн Остин) * * * ’I’ve a pain in my head’ Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. ’Oh! what shall I take for’t?’ Said this Doctor so dread Whose name it was Newnham. ’For this pain in […]
English Poetry. Jane Taylor. Poverty. Джейн Тейлор.
Jane Taylor (Джейн Тейлор) Poverty I saw an old cottage of clay, And only of mud was the floor; It was all falling into decay, And the snow drifted in at the door. Yet there a poor family dwelt, In a hovel so dismal and rude; And […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. About the Sheltered Garden Ground. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) About the Sheltered Garden Ground ABOUT the sheltered garden ground The trees stand strangely still. The vale ne’er seemed so deep before, Nor yet so high the hill. An awful sense of quietness, A fulness of repose, Breathes from the dewy […]
English Poetry. Jane Taylor. The Star. Джейн Тейлор.
Jane Taylor (Джейн Тейлор) The Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Hwomestead a-vell into Hand. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Hwomestead a-vell into Hand The house where I wer born an’ bred, Did own his woaken door, John, When vu’st he shelter’d father’s head, An’ gramfer’s long avore, John. An’ many a ramblèn happy chile, An’ chap so strong […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Day’s Work a-done. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Day’s Work a-done And oh! the jaÿ our rest did yield, At evenèn by the mossy wall, When we’d a-work’d all day a-vield, While zummer zuns did rise an’ vall, As there a-lettèn Goo all frettèn. An’ vorgettèn all our tweils, We […]