English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Couplets on Wit. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Couplets on Wit I But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone And ill can bear a Brother on the Throne. II Wit is like faith by such warm Fools profest Who to be saved by one, must damn […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Divine Image. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. По образу и подобию
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our Father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Flower-Fed Buffaloes. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Flower-Fed Buffaloes THE flower-fed buffaloes of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prarie flowers lie low: The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass Is swept away by wheat, Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by In […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Encyclopaedia. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Encyclopaedia ”If I could set the moon upon This table,” said my friend, ”Among the standard poets And brouchures without end, And noble prints of old Japan, How empty they would seem, By that encyclopaedia Of whim and glittering […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Reformers in Despair. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Reformers in Despair ’Tis not too late to build our young land right, Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan, Devout like early Rome, with hearths like hers, Hearths that will recreate the breed called man. Vachel Lindsay’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Sexton Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Sexton Said Your dust will be upon the wind Within some certain years, Though you be sealed in lead to-day Amid the country’s tears. When this idyllic churchyard Becomes the heart of town, The place to build garage or inn, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Coal-Heaver Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Coal-Heaver Said The moon’s an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that grate are cast Our aching burdens, loves and fears And underneath them wait Paper and tar and pitch and […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. On the Building of Springfield. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) On the Building of Springfield Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses’ home, That Oxford rules the heart of London still, That Florence gave the Renaissance to Rome. Record it for the […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Illinois Village. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Illinois Village O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones of fear, Who weep that Liberty must die, Turn to the little prairie towns, Your […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Bankrupt Peace-Maker. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Bankrupt Peace-Maker I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web feet left dreadful slime tracks on the floor. He had hammer and nails that he laid by the door. He […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Song of the Garden-Toad. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Song of the Garden-Toad Down, down beneath the daisy beds, O hear the cries of pain! And moaning on the cinder-path They’re blind amid the rain. Can murmurs of the worms arise To higher hearts than mine? […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Rhymes for Gloriana. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Rhymes for Gloriana I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken down and brought to me One sleety night most comfortless. Her hair was gold, her dolly-sash Was […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Sound and Sense. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Sound and Sense True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. ‘Tis not enough no harshness gives offense, The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. We Meet at the Judgment and I Fear It Not. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) We Meet at the Judgment and I Fear It Not Though better men may fear that trumpet’s warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my spirit still adorning. Our God who made you all so fair […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: ”Once more, good youth, I stand and wait.” Saying: ”I bring you my fair Law of Peace And from your withering passion full release; […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Drunkards in the Street. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Drunkards in the Street The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, — Publicans and wantons — Calling, laughing, calling, While the Spirit bloweth Space and Time away. […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Springfield Magical. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Springfield Magical In this, the City of my Discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass, ”Romance, Romance — is here. No Hindu town Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass By Sinbad found, held half such […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Written for a Musician. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Written for a Musician Hungry for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking, Vulgar and pitiful–my heart bowed down– Till I remembered duller hours made noble […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Cornfields. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Cornfields The cornfields rise above mankind, Lifting white torches to the blue, Each season not ashamed to be Magnificently decked for you. What right have you to call them yours, And in brute lust of riches […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky (Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in your slack disgrace? Plump quack doctors sell their pills, Gentle grafters sell brass watches, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Where Is David, the Next King of Israel?. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Where Is David, the Next King of Israel? Where is David? . . . O God’s people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the first-anointed — Head and shoulders o’er the state. He was […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Eden in Winter. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Eden in Winter [Supposed to be chanted to some rude instrument at a modern fireplace] Chant we the story now Tho’ in a house we sleep; Tho’ by a hearth of coals Vigil to-night we keep. Chant […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Soul of the City Receives the Gift of the Holy Spirit. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Soul of the City Receives the Gift of the Holy Spirit A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, Heaven comes down. City, dead city, Awake from the dead! […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. An Essay on Criticism. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) An Essay on Criticism Part I INTRODUCTION. That it is as great a fault to judge ill as to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public. That a true Taste is as rare to be found as a true […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said The moon’s a gong, hung in the wild, Whose song the fays hold dear. Of course you do not hear it, child. It takes a FAIRY ear. The full moon is a splendid gong That beats as […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Merciful Hand. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Merciful Hand Written to Miss Alice L. F. Fitzgerald, Edith Cavell memorial nurse, going to the front. Your fine white hand is Heaven’s gift To cure the wide world, stricken sore, Bleeding at the breast and head, Tearing at its […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Sorceress!. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Sorceress! I asked her, ”Is Aladdin’s lamp Hidden anywhere?” ”Look into your heart,” she said, ”Aladdin’s lamp is there.” She took my heart with glowing hands. It burned to dust and air And smoke and […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Blanche Sweet. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Blanche Sweet MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (After seeing the reel called ”Oil and Water.”) Beauty has a throne-room In our humorous town, Spoiling its hob-goblins, Laughing shadows down. Rank musicians torture Ragtime ballads vile, But we walk serenely Down the odorous aisle. We forgive […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Trap. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Trap She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels’ feet. By the good no word was said Of the worth of the bridal bed. The secret was learned from the vile, Not from her […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Haughty Snail-King. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Haughty Snail-King Twelve snails went walking after night. They’d creep an inch or so, Then stop and bug their eyes And blow. Some folks . . . are . . . deadly . . . slow. Twelve snails went walking yestereve, Led […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Tree of Laughing Bells. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Tree of Laughing Bells [A Poem for Aviators] How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many pansy buds Gathered in the shade, From lily of the valley And […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Scissors-Grinder. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Scissors-Grinder The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets Was joy to children’s ears. And I bethought me of my youth When such men came around, And times I asked […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Gamblers. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Gamblers Life’s a jail where men have common lot. Gaunt the one who has, and who has not. All our treasures neither less nor more, Bread alone comes thro’ the guarded door. Cards are foolish in this jail, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Epitaphs for Two Players. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Epitaphs for Two Players I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player’s Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a barnstormer in California. There were few theatres, but the hotels were provided with crude assembly rooms for strolling […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Asleep. Уилфред Оуэн.
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Asleep Under his helmet, up against his pack, After so many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back. There, in the happy no-time of his sleeping, Death took him by the heart. There heaved a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Moon Saw. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Moon Saw Two statesmen met by moonlight. Their ease was partly feigned. They glanced about the prairie. Their faces were constrained. In various ways aforetime They had misled the state, Yet did it so politely Their henchmen thought them great. They […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. On Reading Omar Khayyam. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) On Reading Omar Khayyam [During an anti-saloon campaign, in central Illinois] In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish without me) And hid by a rose-hung wall, Forgetting the murder about me; And wrote, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Sun Says His Prayers. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Sun Says His Prayers ”The sun says his prayers,” said the fairy, Or else he would wither and die. ”The sun says his prayers,” said the fairy, ”For strength to climb up through the sky. He leans on invisible angels, And Faith […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Caught in a Net. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Caught in a Net Upon her breast her hands and hair Were tangled all together. The moon of June forbade me not — The golden night time weather In balmy sighs commanded me To kiss them like a […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Incense. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Incense Think not that incense-smoke has had its day. My friends, the incense-time has but begun. Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom, Shrine after shrine grow gray beneath the sun. And mountain-boulders in our aged West […]