English Poetry. Claude McKay. Heritage. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Heritage Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of the vanished years, Your faun-like form, your fond elusive face. And suddenly some secret spring’s released, And unawares a riddle is […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. French Leave. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) French Leave No servile little fear shall daunt my will This morning. I have courage steeled to say I will be lazy, conqueringly still, I will not lose the hours in toil this day. The roaring world without, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Flame-Heart. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Flame-Heart So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the purple apples come to juice, And what month brings the shy forget-me-not. I have forgot the special, startling season Of the pimento’s […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Courage. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Courage O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of tender finger tips: What is your word? What question would you broach? Your lustrous-warm eyes are […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Commemoration. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Commemoration When first your glory shone upon my face My body kindled to a mighty flame, And burnt you yielding in my hot embrace Until you swooned to love, breathing my name. And wonder came and filled our […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Birds of Prey. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Birds of Prey Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling safe on high, Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray. They scare the singing birds of […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids, And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, Whither thou and I must go. Thyrsis To the Elizium: (Dorinda) oh where i’st? Thyrsis A […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Africa. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Africa The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the world was young in pregnant night Thy slaves toiled at thy monumental best. Thou ancient treasure-land, thou modern prize, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. Chris’mas Invitation. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. Chris’mas Invitation Come down to-morrow night; an’ mind, Don’t leäve thy fiddle-bag behind; We’ll sheäke a lag, an’ drink a cup O’ eäle, to keep wold Chris’mas up. An’ let thy sister teäke thy eärm, The walk won’t do her […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. The Carter. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. The Carter O, I be a carter, wi’ my whip A-smackèn loud, as by my zide, Up over hill, an’ down the dip, The heavy lwoad do slowly ride. An’ I do haul in all the crops, An’ I do […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. The Settle an’ the Girt Wood Vire. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. The Settle an’ the Girt Wood Vire Ah! naïghbour John, since I an’ you Wer youngsters, ev’ry thing is new. My father’s vires wer all o’ logs O’ cleft-wood, down upon the dogs Below our clavy, high, an’ brode Enough to […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Nanny’s Cow. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Nanny’s Cow Ov all the cows, among the rest War woone that Nanny lik’d the best; An’ after milkèn us’d to stan’ A-veedèn o’ her, vrom her han’, Wi’ grass or haÿ; an’ she know’d Ann, An’ in the evenèn […]
English Poetry. Robert Laurence Binyon. The Zeppelin. Роберт Лоренс Биньон.
Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон) The Zeppelin Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness, There is a hurrying of feet, And whirled athwart gloom White fingers of alarm Point at last there Where illumined and […]
English Poetry. Robert Laurence Binyon. No More Now with Jealous Complaining. Роберт Лоренс Биньон.
Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон) * * * No more now with jealous complaining Shall you be vext; nor I with fears Torture my heart: my heart is secure now, And laughs at follies of former tears. No more now with the endless paining Of idle desires […]
English Poetry. Robert Laurence Binyon. A Child in Nature, as a Child in Years. Роберт Лоренс Биньон.
Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон) * * * A child in nature, as a child in years, If on past hours she turn remembering eyes, She but beholds sweet joys or gentle tears, Flower hiding flower in her pure memories. So flower–like, so lovely do they […]
English Poetry. Robert Laurence Binyon. In the High Leaves of a Walnut. Роберт Лоренс Биньон.
Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон) * * * In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching bole His cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked him Long, idle hours he’d lie Alone with […]
English Poetry. Robert Laurence Binyon. Edith Cavell. Роберт Лоренс Биньон.
Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон) Edith Cavell She was binding the wounds of her enemies when they came— The lint in her hand unrolled. They battered the door with their rifle-butts, crashed it in: She faced them gentle and bold. They haled […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Dissolute. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Dissolute Many years have I still to burn, detained Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine. And through these […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Chimney Sweeper. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Маленький трубочист
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Chimney Sweeper When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry “weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!’ So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There’s little Tom Dacre, […]
English Poetry. Robert Laurence Binyon. The Fourth of August. Роберт Лоренс Биньон.
Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон) The Fourth of August NOW in they splendour go before us, Spirit of England, ardent-eyed! Enkindle this dear earth that bore us, In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vision, Our hearts with deeper thoughts […]
English Poetry. Robert Laurence Binyon. Hunger. Роберт Лоренс Биньон.
Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон) Hunger I come among the peoples like a shadow. I sit down by each man’s side. None sees me, but they look on one another, And know that I am there. My silence is like the silence of the tide That buries […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. In the Stillness o’ the Night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. In the Stillness o’ the Night Ov all the housen o’ the pleäce, There ’s woone where I do like to call By day or night the best ov all, To zee my Fanny’s smilèn feäce; An’ there the steätely trees […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Resurrection Song. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Resurrection Song Thread the nerves through the right holes; Get out of my bones, you wormy souls. Shut up my stomach, the ribs are full; Muscles be steady and ready to pull. Heart and artery merrily shake, And eyelid go up, for we’re […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song on the Water. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song on the Water As mad sexton’s bell, tolling For earth’s loveliest daughter Night’s dumbness breaks rolling Ghostily: So our boat breaks the water Witchingly. As her look the dream troubles Of her tearful-eyed lover, So our sails in the bubbles Ghostily […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. The Rosy Hour. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) The Rosy Hour And in that rosy rosy hour, When bird sang out and scented flower, Came words to me from heaven above: “Awake, young heart, awake and love!” Thomas Lovell Beddoes’s other poems: To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty Song from Torrismond Resurrection […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Winter in the Country. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Winter in the Country Sweet life! how lovely to be here And feel the soft sea-laden breeze Strike my flushed face, the spruce’s fair Free limbs to see, the lesser trees’ Bare hands to touch, the sparrow’s cheep […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. When Dawn Comes to the City. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) When Dawn Comes to the City The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the same dull stars. Out of the tenements, cold as stone, Dark figures […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. To Winter. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To Winter Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the stream’s breast gaily run, The wind more boisterously by me blows, And each succeeding day now longer […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. To O.E.A.. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To O.E.A. Your voice is the color of a robin’s breast, And there’s a sweet sob in it like rain–still rain in the night. Among the leaves of the trumpet-tree, close to his nest, The pea-dove sings, and each note thrills me with […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Tortoise Shell. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Tortoise Shell The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the bone. Along the back of the baby tortoise The scales are locked in an arch like a bridge, Scale-lapping, like […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. To a Poet. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To a Poet There is a lovely noise about your name, Above the shoutings of the city clear, More than a moment’s merriment, whose claim Will greater grow with every mellowed year. The people will not bear you […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Wild Goat. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Wild Goat O you would clothe me in silken frocks And house me from the cold, And bind with bright bands my glossy locks, And buy me chains of gold; And give me–meekly to do my will– […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The White City. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The White City I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part. My […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Spanish Needle. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Spanish Needle Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me to-night? Shadowed by the spreading mango, Nodding o’er the rippling stream, Tell me, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Night-Fire. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Night-Fire No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling their challenging light, And clouds turn gray and black from silver-pale. The fire leaps out and licks […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Lynching. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Lynching His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven. His father, by the cruelest way of pain, Had bidden him to his bosom once again; The awful sin remained still unforgiven. All night a bright and solitary star […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Easter Flower. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Easter Flower Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground, Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily Soft-scented in the air for yards around; Alone, without a hint of […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Summer Morn in New Hampshire. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Summer Morn in New Hampshire All yesterday it poured, and all night long I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat Upon the shingled roof like a weird song, Upon the grass like running children’s feet. And down the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Spring in New Hampshire. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Spring in New Hampshire Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds go laughing by, Wasting the golden hours indoors, Washing windows and scrubbing floors. Too wonderful the April […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Song of the Moon. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Song of the Moon The moonlight breaks upon the city’s domes, And falls along cemented steel and stone, Upon the grayness of a million homes, Lugubrious in unchanging monotone. Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the […]