English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. New Year’s Eve. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) New Year’s Eve There are only two things now, The great black night scooped out And this fireglow. This fireglow, the core, And we the two ripe pips That are held in store. Listen, the darkness rings As it circulates […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Rest in Peace. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Rest in Peace No more for you the city’s thorny ways, The ugly corners of the Negro belt; The miseries and pains of these harsh days By you will never, never again be felt. No more, if still […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. On Broadway. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) On Broadway About me young careless feet Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their bright fantastic glow Upon the merry crowd and lines Of moving carriages below. Oh wonderful is Broadway — only My heart, my heart […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. O Word I Love to Sing. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) O Word I Love to Sing O word I love to sing! thou art too tender For all the passions agitating me; For all my bitterness thou art too tender, I cannot pour my red soul into thee. […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. North and South. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) North and South O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams! There time and life move lazily along. There by the banks of blue-and-silver streams Grass-sheltered crickets chirp incessant song, Gay-colored lizards loll all through the day, Their […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Morning Joy. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Morning Joy At night the wide and level stretch of wold, Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold, Far as the eye could see was ghostly white; Dark was the night save for the snow’s weird light. […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Memorial. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Memorial Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my wondering gaze Gleamed rarely, softly throbbing in the night. I touched your flesh with reverential hands, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. In Bondage. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) In Bondage I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is kind, and ever yields Her goodly gifts to all her children free; Where life is fairer, lighter, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. I Know My Soul. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) I Know My Soul I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see it like a star against the sky, A twitching body quivering in space, A spark […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Harlem Shadows. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Harlem Shadows I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see the shapes of girls who pass To bend and barter at desire’s call. Ah, little dark girls who in slippered feet […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Futility. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Futility Oh, I have tried to laugh the pain away, Let new flames brush my love-springs like a feather. But the old fever seizes me to-day, As sickness grips a soul in wretched weather. I have given up myself […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Reproach. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Reproach Had I but known yesterday, Helen, you could discharge the ache Out of the cloud; Had I known yesterday you could take The turgid electric ache away, Drink it up with your proud White body, as lovely white lightning Is drunk […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Flower of Love. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Flower of Love The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this moment rare and tense I worship at your breast. The flower is blown, The saffron petals […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Flirtation. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Flirtation UPON thy purple mat thy body bare Is fine and limber like a tender tree. The motion of thy supple form is rare, Like a lithe panther lolling languidly, Toying and turning slowly in her lair. Oh, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Exhortation: Summer 1919. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Exhortation: Summer 1919 Through the pregnant universe rumbles life’s terrific thunder, And Earth’s bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, Lightning-torches flame the heavens, kindling souls of men, thereunder: Africa! long ages sleeping, O my motherland, awake! […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Enslaved. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Enslaved Oh when I think of my long-suffering race, For weary centuries despised, oppressed, Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place In the great life line of the Christian West; And in the Black Land disinherited, Robbed in the ancient country of its […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. December, 1919. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) December, 1919 Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt down against your knee. And tears gushed from my heart, mother, And passed beyond its wall, But though the fountain […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Dawn in New York. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Dawn in New York The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan’s roofs and spires and cheerless domes! The Dawn! My spirit to its spirit thrills. Almost the mighty city […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Baptism. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Baptism Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in–for thus ’’tis sweet– Into the weird depths of the hottest zone. I will not quiver in the frailest bone, You will not […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. America. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) America Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Alfonso, Dressing to Wait at Table. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Alfonso, Dressing to Wait at Table Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, His eyes were made to capture women’s hearts. Down in the glory-hole […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. After the Winter. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) After the Winter Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night, We’ll turn our faces southward, love, Toward the summer isle Where bamboos spire to shafted […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Worm Either Way. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Worm Either Way If you live along with all the other people and are just like them, and conform, and are nice you’re just a worm – and if you live with all the other people and you don’t like them […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Adolescence. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Adolescence There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o’clocks would fold up at day’s close Pink-white in prayer, and ’neath the floating moon I lay with them in calm and sweet repose. And in the open […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Absence. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Absence Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool, Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb, Of a fruit-filled lemon tree when […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. A Red Flower. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) A Red Flower Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown bee buries deep its head, When still the dawn’s a silver sea of light. Your […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. A Prayer. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) A Prayer ’Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; I stumble as I fare along Earth’s way; keep me from falling. Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night: I can […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. A Memory of June. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) A Memory of June When June comes dancing o’er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering in her day, And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, I always see the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Through Agony. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Through Agony I All night, through the eternity of night, Pain was my potion though I could not feel. Deep in my humbled heart you ground your heel, Till I was reft of even my inner light, Till reason from my mind had […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. One Year After. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) One Year After I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided being wholly free. Not all thy potent passion could remove The barrier that loomed between to prove The full supreme […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. If We Must Die. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) If We Must Die If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursèd lot. If we must die, O let us […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Absolute Explains. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Absolute Explains I ‘O no,’ said It: ‘her lifedoings Time’s touch hath not destroyed: They lie their length, with the throbbing things Akin them, down the Void, Live, unalloyed. II ‘Know, Time is toothless, seen all through; The Present, that men […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Freed the Fret of Thinking. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * Freed the fret of thinking, Light of lot were we, Song with service linking Like to bird or bee: Chancing bale unblinking, Freed the fret of thinking On mortality! Had not thought-endowment Beings ever known, What Life once or […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Intimates. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Intimates Don’t you care for my love? she said bitterly. I handed her the mirror, and said: Please address these questions to the proper person! Please make all requests to head-quarters! In all matters of emotional importance please approach the supreme […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph on a Person Nicknamed ‘The Marquis,’ Who Desired Burns to Write One on Him. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия некоему джентльмену по прозвищу «Маркиз», пожелавшему, чтобы Роберт Бернс и для него сочинил что-нибудь «посмертное»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph on a Person Nicknamed ‘The Marquis,’ Who Desired Burns to Write One on Him Here lies a mock Marquis whose titles were shamm’d, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn’d. 1794 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия некоему джентльмену по прозвищу […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Ambition and Art. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Ambition and Art Ambition I am the maid of the lustrous eyes Of great fruition, Whom the sons of men that are over-wise Have called Ambition. And the world’s success is the only goal I have within me; The meanest […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Two Devines. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Two Devines It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant clash that the shear-blades make When the fastest shearers are making play; But there […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Lay of the Motor-Car. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Lay of the Motor-Car We’re away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems to slide underneath. As an eagle might sweep through the sky, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Reverend Mullineux. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Reverend Mullineux I’d reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, And his height as five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock And a walk as brisk as a bantam-cock — Game as a bantam, too, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Federal Bus Conductor and the Old Lady. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Federal Bus Conductor and the Old Lady Now ’urry, Mrs New South Wales, and come along of us, We’re all a-goin’ ridin’ in the Federation ’bus. A fam’ly party, don’t you know — yes, Queenslans’s comin’, too, […]