English Poetry. Thomas Moore. All In a Family Way. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) All In a Family Way My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can’t thin ’em; I’ve torn up my old money-bags, Having little or nought to put in ’em. My tradesman are smashing by dozens, But this is all nothing, […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Blood Feud. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Blood Feud Once, when my husband was a child, there came To his father’s table, one who called him kin, In sunbleached corduroys paler than his skin. His look was grave and kind; he bore the name Of the dead singer of Senlac, […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Bells in the Rain. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Bells in the Rain Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain, Upon the steep cliffs of the town. Sleep falls; men are at peace again While the small drops fall softly down. The bright drops ring like bells of […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Atavism. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Atavism I was always afraid of Somes’s Pond: Not the little pond, by which the willow stands, Where laughing boys catch alewives in their hands In brown, bright shallows; but the one beyond. There, where the frost makes all […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. A Crowded Trolley-Car. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) A Crowded Trolley-Car The rain’s cold grains are silver-gray Sharp as golden sands, A bell is clanging, people sway Hanging by their hands. Supple hands, or gnarled and stiff, Snatch and catch and grope; That face is yellow-pale, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Mill. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Mill Something there is in the mill whistle blowing Sets my blood flowing– Stirs me with life. Gives me the feeling of being a part of it, Hand of it, heart of it, Ready to plunge in the thick of the strife […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Reason. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Reason Do you know what moves the tides As they swing from low to high? ‘Tis the love, love, love, Of the moon within the sky. Oh, they follow where she guides, Do the faithful hearted tides. Do you know what […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Romney. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Romney Nay, Romney, nay-I will not hear you say Those words again: “I love you, love you sweet!” You are profane—blasphemous. I repeat, You are no actor for so grand a play. You love with all your heart? Well, that may be; […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two Rooms. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two Rooms One room is full of luxury, and dim With that soft moonlit radiance of light That she best loves, who sits and dreams of him Her heart has crowned as knight. And one is bare, and comfortless, and dim With […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Wild Oats. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Wild Oats I saw a fair youth, with a brow broad and white, And an eye that was beaming with intellect’s light: And his face seemed to glow with the wealth of his mind; And I said, “He will grace and ennoble mankind: […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Year. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Year What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 46. Avenging and Bright. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 46. Avenging and Bright AVENGING and bright fall the swift sword of Erin On him who the brave sons of Usna betray’d! — For every fond eye he hath waken’d a tear in A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o’er […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. My Nannie O. Роберт Бернс. Песенка о Нэнни
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) My Nannie O Behind yon hills where Lugar flows, ’Mang moors an’ mosses many O, The wintry sun the day has clos’d, And I’ll awa’ to Nannie O. The westlin wind blaws loud an’ shill, The night’s baith mirk and rainy O; But […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Wild Peaches. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Wild Peaches 1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we’ll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore; We’ll live among wild peach trees, miles from town, You’ll wear a coonskin cap, and I a gown Homespun, dyed […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Sunset on the Spire. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Sunset on the Spire All that I dream By day or night Lives in that stream Of lovely light. Here is the earth, And there is the spire; This is my hearth, And that is my fire. From the sun’s dome I am shouted […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Winter Sleep. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Winter Sleep When against earth a wooden heel Clicks as loud as stone on steel, When stone turns flour instead of flakes, And frost bakes clay as fire bakes, When the hard-bitten fields at last Crack like iron […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Velvet Shoes. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Velvet Shoes Let us walk in the white snow In a soundless space; With footsteps quiet snd slow, At a tranquil pace, Under veils of white lace. I shall go shod in silk, And you in wool, […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. The Tortoise in Eternity. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) The Tortoise in Eternity Within my house of patterned horn I sleep in such a bed As men may keep before they’re born And after when they’re dead. Sticks and stones may break their bones, And words may […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. The Puritan’s Ballad. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) The Puritan’s Ballad My love came up from Barnegat, The sea was in his eyes; He trod as softly as a cat And told me terrible lies. His hair was yellow as new-cut pine In shavings curled and […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. The Poor Old Cannon. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) The Poor Old Cannon Upbroke the sun In red-gold foam; Thus spoke the gun At the Soldier’s Home: ”Whenever I hear Blue thunder speak My voice sounds clear But little and weak. ”And when the […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. The Lion and the Lamb. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) The Lion and the Lamb I saw a Tiger’s golden flank, I saw what food he ate, By a desert spring he drank; The Tiger’s name was Hate. Then I saw a placid Lamb Lying fast asleep; […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. The Eagle and the Mole. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) The Eagle and the Mole Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock. The huddled warmth of crowds Begets and fosters hate; He keeps above the clouds […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. Did Not. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) Did Not ‘Twas a new feeling – something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other’s eye, And wished, in every half-breathed sigh, To speak, but did not. She felt my lips’ […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. Laughing Song. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Смеющаяся песня
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. Laughing Song When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it; When the […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. The Crooked Stick. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) The Crooked Stick First Traveller: What’s that lying in the dust? Second Traveller: A crooked stick. First Traveller: What’s it worth, if you can trust to arithmetic? Second Traveller: Isn’t this a riddle? First Traveller: No, a trick. […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. The Church-Bell. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) The Church-Bell As I was lying in my bed I heard the church-bell ring; Before one solemn word was said A bird began to sing. I heard a dog begin to bark And a bold crowing cock; […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. The Child on the Curbstone. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) The Child on the Curbstone The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced, Stared down on that golden river. I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak Of a boy who could not shiver. His father’s hand forced him to stand, […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Spring Pastoral. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Spring Pastoral Liza, go steep your long white hands In the cool waters of that spring Which bubbles up through shiny sands The colour of a wild-dove’s wing. Dabble your hands, and steep them well Until those nails […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Silver Filigree. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Silver Filigree The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They’re made of the moon. She’s a pale, waxen taper; And these seem to drip Transparent as paper From the flame of […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Sanctuary. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Sanctuary This is the bricklayer; hear the thud Of his heavy load dumped down on stone. His lustrous bricks are brighter than blood, His smoking mortar whiter than bone. Set each sharp-edged, fire-bitten brick Straight by the plumb-line’s […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Quarrel. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Quarrel Let us quarrel for these reasons: You detest the salt which seasons My speech . . . and all my lights go out In the cold poison of your doubt. I love Shelley . . . you love […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Prophecy. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Prophecy I shall die hidden in a hut In the middle of an alder wood, With the back door blind and bolted shut, And the front door locked for good. I shall lie folded like a saint, Lapped in a scented linen […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Poor Earth. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Poor Earth It is not heaven: bitter seed Leavens its entrails with despair It is a star where dragons breed: Devils have a footing there. The sky has bent it out of shape; The sun has strapped it […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Phases of the Moon. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Phases of the Moon Once upon a time I heard That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird; Thus she sails through windy skies, Thus in the willow’s arms she lies; Turn to the East or turn to the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 35. On Music. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 35. Музыка
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 35. On Music When thro’ life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In days of boyhood, meet our ear, Oh! how welcome breathes the strain! Wakening thoughts that long have slept; […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Ophelia. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Ophelia My locks are shorn for sorrow Of love which may not be; Tomorrow and tomorrow Are plotting cruelty. The winter wind tangles These ringlets half-grown, The sun sprays with spangles And rays like his own. […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. October. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) October Beauty has a tarnished dress, And a patchwork cloak of cloth Dipped deep in mournfulness, Striped like a moth. Wet grass where it trails Dyes it green along the hem; She has seven silver veils […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Nadir. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Nadir If we must cheat ourselves with any dream, Then let it be a dream of nobleness: Since it is necessary to express Gall from black grapes–to sew an endless seam With a rusty needle–chase a spurious gleam […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 29. While Gazing on the Moon’s Light. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 29. While Gazing on the Moon’s Light WHILE gazing on the moon’s light, A moment from her smile I turn’d, To look at orbs that, more bright, In lone and distant glory burn’d. But too far Each proud star, For me […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. Zittèn out the Wold Year. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. Zittèn out the Wold Year Why, raïn or sheen, or blow or snow, I zaid, if I could stand so’s, I’d come, vor all a friend or foe, To sheäke ye by the hand, so’s; An’ spend, wi’ kinsvo’k near an’ […]