English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Our Mother Pocahontas. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Our Mother Pocahontas (Note: — Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) ”Pocahontas’ body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May — did she wonder? does she remember — in the dust — in […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Heart of God. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Heart of God O great heart of God, Once vague and lost to me, Why do I throb with your throb to-night, In this land, eternity? O little heart of God, Sweet intruding stranger, You are […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. How a Little Girl Danced. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) How a Little Girl Danced DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes have not looked on the feasts that are vain. I know a dancer, I know a dancer, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Potatoes’ Dance. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Potatoes’ Dance (A Poem Game.) I ”Down cellar,” said the cricket, ”Down cellar,” said the cricket, ”Down cellar,” said the cricket, ”I saw a ball last night, In honor of a lady, In honor of a lady, In honor of a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Star of My Heart. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Star of My Heart Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is not, and only dreamers are. Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead And a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Shakespeare. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Shakespeare Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came Visible emperor of the deeds of Time, With Justice still the genius of his rhyme, Giving each man his due, each passion grace, Impartial as the rain from Heaven’s face […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Knight in Disguise. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Knight in Disguise [Concerning O. Henry (Sidney Porter)] ”He could not forget that he was a Sidney.” Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, The darling of the glad and gaping town? This is that dubious hero […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. A Little While. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) A Little While A little while a little love The hour yet bears for thee and me Who have not drawn the veil to see If still our heaven be lit above. Thou merely, at the day’s last sigh, Hast felt thy […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Little Turtle. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Little Turtle A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old There was a little turtle. He lived in a box. He swam in a puddle. He climbed on the rocks. He snapped at a mosquito. He snapped at a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. At Mass. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) At Mass No doubt to-morrow I will hide My face from you, my King. Let me rejoice this Sunday noon, And kneel while gray priests sing. It is not wisdom to forget. But since it is my fate Fill thou my soul […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The North Star Whispers to the Blacksmith’s Son. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The North Star Whispers to the Blacksmith’s Son THE North Star whispers: ”You are one Of those whose course no chance can change. You blunder, but are not undone, Your spirit-task is fixed and strange. ”When here you […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Lady Jane. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Lady Jane Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you When you turned His heart into the way That found the heavenly stair. Perhaps we must be strangers. I […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Upon Returning to the Country Road. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Upon Returning to the Country Road EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world’s greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter and patient hearing, These were their gifts to him, To the minstrel […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Gloriana. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Gloriana GIRL with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, A deep rolling bass. Pounded on the table, Beat an […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Ghost of the Gambler Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Ghost of the Gambler Said WHERE now the huts are empty, Where never a camp-fire glows, In an abandoned canyon, A Gambler’s Ghost arose. He muttered there, ”The moon’s a sack Of dust.” His voice rose thin: […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Euclid. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Euclid OLD Euclid drew a circle On a sand-beach long ago. He bounded and enclosed it With angles thus and so. His set of solemn greybeards Nodded and argued much Of arc and circumference, Diameter and […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. This Section is a Christmas Tree. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) This Section is a Christmas Tree THIS section is a Christmas tree: Loaded with pretty toys for you. Behold the blocks, the Noah’s arks, The popguns painted red and blue. No solemn pine-cone forest-fruit, But silver horns and […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. The Riddle of the World. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) The Riddle of the World Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A Being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. An Indian Summer Day on the Prarie. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) An Indian Summer Day on the Prarie (IN THE BEGINNING) THE sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an indian girl, Of the tribe of the Illinois. (MID-MORNING) The sun […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Dandelion. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Dandelion O DANDELION, rich and haughty, King of village flowers! Each day is coronation time, You have no humble hours. I like to see you bring a troop To beat the blue-grass spears, To scorn the […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Factory Windows are Always Broken. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) * * * FACTORY windows are always broken. Somebody’s always throwing bricks, Somebody’s always heaving cinders, Playing ugly Yahoo tricks. Factory windows are always broken. Other windows are let alone. No one throws through the chapel-window […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Eagle That is Forgotten. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Eagle That is Forgotten Sleep softly … eagle forgotten … under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own. ”We have buried him now,” thought your foes, and in secret rejoiced. They made a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Love and Law. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Love and Law TRUE Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain. The workman lays wearily granite on granite, And bleeds for his castle, ’mid sunshine and rain. Love is not velvet, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Auld Rob Morris. Роберт Бернс. Старый Роб Моррис
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Auld Rob Morris There’s auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He’s the king o’ gude fellows and wale of auld men, He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonnie lassie, his darling and mine. She’s […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «Open the Door to Me, Oh!». Роберт Бернс. «Хоть малую малость имей ко мне жалость…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «Open the Door to Me, Oh!» Oh, open the door, some pity to shew, Oh, open the door to me, oh! Tho’ thou hast been false, I’ll ever prove true, Oh, open the door to me, oh! Cauld is the blast upon my […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Meg o’ the Mill. Роберт Бернс. Мэг с мельницы
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Meg o’ the Mill O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten, An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten? She has gotten a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller, And broken the heart o’ the barley Miller. The […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «O Whistle, and I’ll Come to You, My Lad…». Роберт Бернс. «Я мигом – я сразу – ты свистни мне только!..»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «O Whistle, and I’ll Come to You, My Lad…» O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad; O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad: Tho’ father and mither and a’ should gae mad, O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «Contented wi’ Little…». Роберт Бернс. «Довольствуюсь малым и радуюсь лишку…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «Contented wi’ Little…» Contended wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair, Whene’er I forgather wi’ sorrow and care, I gie them a skelp, as they’re creepin’ alang, Wi’ a cog o’ gude swats, and an auld Scottish sang. I whyles claw the elbow o’ […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. To Mrs. M. B. on Her Birthday. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) To Mrs. M. B. on Her Birthday Oh be thou blest with all that Heav’n can send, Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend: Not with those Toys the female world admire, Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire. With added years […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. The Journey of the Magi. Томас Стернз Элиот. Паломничество волхвов
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) The Journey of the Magi A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.’ And the camels […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Aunt Helen. Томас Стернз Элиот. Тётушка Хелен
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Aunt Helen Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number of four. Now when she died there was silence in heaven And silence at her end […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Tibbie, I Hae Seen the Day. Роберт Бернс. Высокомерная Тибби
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Ye would na been sae shy; For laik o’ gear ye lightly me, But, trowth, I care na by. Yestreen I met you on the moor, Ye spak na, but gaed by like […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Farewell. To the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton. Роберт Бернс. Прощание. Посвящается братьям-масонам из ложи Св. Иакова в Тарболтоне
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Farewell. To the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu! Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favour’d, ye enlighten’d few, Companions of my social joy! Tho’ I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing Fortune’s slidd’ry ba’, With melting […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Banks of Devon. Роберт Бернс. На берегах Девона
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Banks of Devon How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding Devon, With green-spreading bushes, and flowers blooming fair! But the bonniest flower on the banks of the Devon Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr. Mild be the sun […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Mary Pickford. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Mary Pickford MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (On hearing she was leaving the moving-pictures for the stage.) Mary Pickford, doll divine, Year by year, and every day At the moving-picture play, You have been my valentine. Once a free-limbed page in hose, Baby-Rosalind […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Niagara. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Niagara I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important men, in Buffalo.) But only twenty miles away A deathless glory is at play: Niagara, Niagara. The women buy their lace […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress I The arts are old, old as the stones From which man carved the sphinx austere. Deep are the days the old arts bring: Ten thousand years of yesteryear. II She is madonna in an art […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. In Memory of a Child. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) In Memory of a Child I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy we led. II He cannot come to harm, He knows more than we know, His light […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Perfect Marriage. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Perfect Marriage I I hate this yoke; for the world’s sake here put it on: Knowing ’twill weigh as much on you till life is gone. Knowing you love your freedom dear, as I love mine— Knowing that love unchained has been […]