English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Andy’s Gone with Cattle. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Andy’s Gone with Cattle Our Andy’s gone to battle now ’Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy’s gone with cattle now Across the Queensland border. He’s left us in dejection now; Our hearts with him are roving. It’s dull on this selection […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. In the Street. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) In the Street Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at the pain – Till her eyes seem to crawl, And her brain seems to creep – […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Johannis Trottii Epitaphium. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Johannis Trottii Epitaphium Charissimo Filio &c. Pater & Mater &c. funebrem tabulam curavimus. Age Marmor, & pro solita tua hxmanitate, (Ne inter Parentum Dolorem & Modestiam Supprimantur praeclari Juvenis meritae laudes) Effare Johannis Trottii breve Elogium. Erat ille totus Candidus, Politus, Solidus, Ultra vel […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. After All. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) After All The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze, though it died when the sun went down; The river is high and the stream is strong, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Things We Dare Not Tell. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Things We Dare Not Tell The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun’s still shining there, But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear; Or we nod and smile the […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Roaring Days. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Roaring Days The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days of Gold; When finds of wondrous treasure Set all the South ablaze, And you […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Here Died. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Here Died There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the future call, and he trains for the war to come; A serious light in his eyes is seen as […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards He’d been for years in Sydney ”a-acting of the goat”, His name was Joseph Swallow, ”the Great Australian Pote”, In spite of all the stories and sketches that he wrote. And so his […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. If You Fancy That Your People Came of Better Stock Than Mine. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) * * * If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, If you hint of higher breeding by a word or by a sign, If you’re proud because of fortune or the clever things you do — […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Queen Hilda of Virland. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Queen Hilda of Virland PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell The heavy braids of hair: No gold was ever dug from earth Like that burnished there – No sky […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Snow Fairy. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Snow Fairy I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, Contending fierce for space supremacy. And they flew down a mightier force at night, As though in heaven there was […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. My Mother. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) My Mother I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; But in her quiet way she made me yield Reluctantly, for she was breathing low. Her hand she slowly lifted from […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Wild May. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Wild May Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down with fetters, And given to strange deeds and mutterings. No longer without trace or thought of fear, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Daphnis and Chloe. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Daphnis and Chloe Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, all his Art. Nature, her own Sexes foe, Long had taught her to be coy: But she neither knew t’ […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Tormented. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Tormented I will not reason, wrestle here with you, Though you pursue and worry me about; As well put forth my swarthy arm to stop The wild wind howling, darkly mad without. The night is yours for revels; […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. To One Coming North. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To One Coming North At first you’ll joy to see the playful snow, Like white moths trembling on the tropic air, Or waters of the hills that softly flow Gracefully falling down a shining stair. And when the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Thirst. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Thirst My spirit wails for water, water now! My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough, Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot. My hungry body’s burning for a […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The White House. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The White House Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the courage and the grace To bear my anger proudly and unbent. The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet, A […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Tropics in New York. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Tropics in New York Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root, Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs, Set in the window, bringing memories Of fruit-trees laden by […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Tired Worker. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Tired Worker O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft! Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon From out its misty veil will swing aloft! Be patient, weary body, soon the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Plateau. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Plateau It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That made it dear and beautiful to you. And Laura loved it for the little hill, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Harlem Dancer. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Harlem Dancer Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes Blown by black players upon a picnic day. She sang and danced on gracefully […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The City’s Love. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The City’s Love For one brief golden moment rare like wine, The gracious city swept across the line; Oblivious of the color of my skin, Forgetting that I was an alien guest, She bent to me, my hostile heart […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Castaways. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Castaways The vivid grass with visible delight Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth, The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight Chirping and dancing for the season’s birth, The dandelions and rare daffodils That touch the deep-stirred heart […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Clorinda And Damon. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Clorinda And Damon Clorinda. Damon come drive thy flocks this way. D. No : ’tis too late they went astray. Clorinda. I have a grassy Scutcheon spy’d, Where Flora blazons all her pride. The grass I aim to feast thy Sheep : […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Barrier. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Barrier I must not gaze at them although Your eyes are dawning day; I must not watch you as you go Your sun-illumined way; I hear but I must never heed The fascinating note, Which, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Subway Wind. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Subway Wind Far down, down through the city’s great, gaunt gut, The gray train rushing bears the weary wind; In the packed cars the fans the crowd’s breath cut, Leaving the sick and heavy air behind. And pale-cheeked children […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Russian Cathedral. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Russian Cathedral Bow down my soul in worship very low And in the holy silences be lost. Bow down before the marble man of woe, Bow down before the singing angel host. What jewelled glory fills my spirit’s eye, What golden grandeur moves […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Romance. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Romance To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and quivering your name, And drink the passion burning in your frame; To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Polarity. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Polarity Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind, For there’s no plane on which we two may meet? Let’s both forgive, forget, for both were blind, And life is of a day, and time is fleet. And I […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Poetry. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Poetry Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. Bowing my head in deep humility Before the silent thunder of thy power. Sometimes I flee before thy blazing light, As […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Outcast. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Outcast For the dim regions whence my fathers came My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, my lips would frame; My soul would sing forgotten jungle songs. I would go back to darkness and […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. On the Road. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) On the Road Roar of the rushing train fearfully rocking, Impatient people jammed in line for food, The rasping noise of cars together knocking, And worried waiters, some in ugly mood, Crowding into the choking pantry hole To […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. On a Primitive Canoe. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) On a Primitive Canoe Here, passing lonely down this quiet lane, Before a mud-splashed window long I pause To gaze and gaze, while through my active brain Still thoughts are stirred to wakefulness; because Long, long ago in a […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. La Paloma in London. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) La Paloma in London About Soho we went before the light; We went, unresting six, craving new fun, New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered night Of rollicking laughter, drink and song, was done. The vault was void, but […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C.. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell’s head, and numbred ev’ry hair, Now in its self (the Glass where all appears) Had seen the period of his golden Years: And thenceforth onely did attend […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Jasmines. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Jasmines Your scent is in the room. Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me! Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume, Heavy with dew before the dawn of day! Your face was in the mirror. I could see You smile […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. I Shall Return. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) I Shall Return I shall return again; I shall return To laugh and love and watch with wonder-eyes At golden noon the forest fires burn, Wafting their blue-black smoke to sapphire skies. I shall return to loiter by the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Homing Swallows. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Homing Swallows Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main, O rain-birds racing merrily away From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain Of wilting plants and fainting flowers, say– When at the noon-hour from the chapel school […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Home Thoughts. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Home Thoughts Oh something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city’s noises, I must think Of mangoes leaning o’er the river’s brink, And dexterous Davie climbing high above, The gold fruits […]