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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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 […]