English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Fawn. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Fawn There it was I saw what I shall never forget And never retrieve. Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to believe, He lay, yet there he lay, Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! I know I might have lived in such a way As to have suffered only pain: Loving not man nor dog; Not money, even; feeling Toothache perhaps, but never more than an […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Not even my pride shall suffer much; Not even my pride at all, maybe, If this ill-timed, intemperate clutch Be loosed by you and not by me, Will suffer; I have been so true A vestal to […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. To the Sub-Prior. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) To the Sub-Prior Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill. There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Why Sit’st Thou By That Ruin’d Hall. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * ‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?’- ‘Know’st thou not me?’ the Deep Voice cried; ‘So long enjoy’d, so oft misused- […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Datur Hora Quieti. Вальтер Скотт. Закат окрасил гладь озер…
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Datur Hora Quieti The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest glow, Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide, In the calm sunset may repair […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. To the Sub-Prior. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) To the Sub-Prior Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill. There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Why Sit’st Thou By That Ruin’d Hall. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * ‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?’- ‘Know’st thou not me?’ the Deep Voice cried; ‘So long enjoy’d, so oft misused- […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Datur Hora Quieti. Вальтер Скотт. Закат окрасил гладь озер…
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Datur Hora Quieti The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest glow, Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide, In the calm sunset may repair […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. To the Sub-Prior. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) To the Sub-Prior Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill. There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Why Sit’st Thou By That Ruin’d Hall. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * ‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?’- ‘Know’st thou not me?’ the Deep Voice cried; ‘So long enjoy’d, so oft misused- […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Datur Hora Quieti. Вальтер Скотт. Закат окрасил гладь озер…
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Datur Hora Quieti The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest glow, Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide, In the calm sunset may repair […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Second Fig. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Second Fig Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems: Two Sonnets in Memory When the Year Grows Old Sonnets 09: Let […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss, And make you old, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. When the Year Grows Old. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) When the Year Grows Old I cannot but remember When the year grows old— October—November— How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky, And turn from the window With a little sharp […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Goose-Girl. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Goose-Girl Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there be Come simply, so, it seems to me. If ever I said, in grief or pride, I tired […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Eel-Grass. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Eel-Grass No matter what I say, All that I really love Is the rain that flattens on the bay, And the eel-grass in the cove; The jingle-shells that lie and bleach At the tide-line, and the trace Of higher tides […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. To the Sub-Prior. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) To the Sub-Prior Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill. There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields, In converse with sweet women long since dead; And out of blossoms which that meadow yields I wove a garland for your living head. Danai, that was the vessel […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 07: When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 07: When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Leaf and the Tree. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Leaf and the Tree When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, but not for long, Drawing sustenance from air, That other leaves, and you not there, May […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Two Sonnets in Memory. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Two Sonnets in Memory (Nicola Sacco — Bartolomeo Vanzetti) Executed August 23, 1927 I As men have loved their lovers in times past And sung their wit, their virtue and their grace, So have we loved sweet Justice to […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Philosopher. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Philosopher And what are you that, wanting you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Epitaph. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Epitaph Heap not on this mound Roses that she loved so well: Why bewilder her with roses, That she cannot see or smell? She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes. Edna St. Vincent Millay’s […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The True Encounter. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The True Encounter ”Wolf!” cried my cunning heart At every sheep it spied, And roused the countryside. ”Wolf! Wolf!”—and up would start Good neighbours, bringing spade And pitchfork to my aid. At length my cry was known: Therein […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Interim. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Interim The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something in the air, intangible, Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!— Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyed Each […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Not In A Silver Casket Cool With Pearls. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Not in a silver casket cool with pearls Or rich with red corundum or with blue, Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls Have given their loves, I give my love to you; Not in a […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Lament. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Lament Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I’ll make you little jackets; I’ll make you little trousers From his old pants. There’ll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Why Sit’st Thou By That Ruin’d Hall. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * ‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?’- ‘Know’st thou not me?’ the Deep Voice cried; ‘So long enjoy’d, so oft misused- […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,—No. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,—No Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no, Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair Than small white single poppies,—I can bear Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though From left to right, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Pity me not because the light of day At close of day no longer walks the sky; Pity me not for beauties passed away From field and thicket as the the year goes by; Pity me not […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Night is my sister, and how deep in love, How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore, There to be fretted by the drag and shove At the tide’s edge, I lie—these things and more: Whose arm […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet (Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now). Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet (Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now) Women have loved before as I love now; At least, in lively chronicles of the past— Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast Much […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain, While rainy evening drips […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. First Fig. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) First Fig My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light! Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems: Inland Two Sonnets in Memory When […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. God’s World. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) God’s World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Departure. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Departure It’s little I care what path I take, And where it leads it’s little I care; But out of this house, lest my heart break, I must go, and off somewhere. It’s little I know what’s in my […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Elegy before Death. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Elegy before Death There will be rose and rhododendron When you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringas Heavy with bees, a sunny sound; Still will the tamaracks be raining After the rain has ceased, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Ode to Silence. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Ode to Silence Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of her? Clio, not you, Not you, Calliope, Nor all your wanton line, Not Beauty’s perfect self shall comfort […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Datur Hora Quieti. Вальтер Скотт. Закат окрасил гладь озер…
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Datur Hora Quieti The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest glow, Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide, In the calm sunset may repair […]