English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. St. Francis and the Birds. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) St. Francis and the Birds Little sisters, the birds: We must praise God, you and I You, with songs that fill the sky, I, with halting words. All things tell His praise, Woods and waters thereof sing, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Sheep and Lambs. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Sheep and Lambs All in the April evening, April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road. The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road; […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Old Song Re-Sung. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Old Song Re-Sung I saw three ships a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, The first her masts were silver, Her hull was ivory. The snows came drifting softly, And lined her white as wool; Oh, Jesus, Son of Mary, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Nymphs. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Nymphs Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain, Oreads all ? Nothing at all stirs here save the drip of the fountain; Answers our call Only the heart-glad thrush, in the Vale of Thrushes; Stirs in the brake But the […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Lambs. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Lambs He sleeps as a lamb sleeps, Beside his mother. Somewhere in yon blue deeps His tender brother Sleeps like a lamb and leaps. He feeds as a lamb might, Beside his mother. Somewhere in […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Immortality. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Immortality So I have sunk my roots in earth Since that my pretty boys had birth; And fear no more the grave and gloom, I, with the centuries to come. As the tree blossoms so bloom I, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Easter. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Easter Bring flowers to strew His way, Yea, sing, make holiday; Bid young lambs leap, And earth laugh after sleep. For now He cometh forth Winter flies to the north, Folds wings and cries Amid the […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Blessings. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Blessings God bless the little orchard brown Where the sap stirs these quickening days. Soon in a white and rosy gown The trees will give great praise. God knows I have it in my mind, The white […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Any Woman. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Any Woman I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I. Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin me utterly. I am the fire upon the hearth, I am the light of the […]
English Poetry. John Keats. Addressed to Haydon. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) Addressed to Haydon High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, A loving-kindness for the great man’s fame, Dwells here and there with people of no name, In noisome alley, and in pathless wood: And where we think the truth least understood, Oft may be found a […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Adveniat Regnum Tuum. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Adveniat Regnum Tuum Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come! But when Thy kingdom first began On earth, Thy kingdom was a home, A child, a woman, and a man. The child was in the midst thereof, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Gardener-Sage. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Gardener-Sage Here in the garden-bed, Hoeing the celery, Wonders the Lord has made Pass ever before me. I see the young birds build, And swallows come and go, And summer grow and gild, And winter die in […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Wind that Shakes the Barley. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Wind that Shakes the Barley There’s music in my heart all day, I hear it late and early, It comes from fields are far away, The wind that shakes the barley. Above the uplands drenched with dew The sky hangs soft […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Only Child. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Only Child Lest he miss other children, lo! His angel is his playfellow. A riotous angel two years old, With wings of rose and curls of gold. There on the nursery floor together They play when […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Foggy Dew. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Foggy Dew A splendid place is London, with golden store, For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore; But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true, For I’m longing sore for Ireland in […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The End of the Day. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The End of the Day The night darkens fast & the shadows darken, Clouds & the rain gather about mine house, Only the wood-dove moans, hearken, O hearken! The moan of the wood-dove in the rain-wet boughs. Loneliness & the night! […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Children of Lir. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Children of Lir Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire and flame amasses And the moon to eastward rises pale and cool. Rose and green around her, silver-gray and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Bird’s Bargain. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Bird’s Bargain ’O spare my cherries in the net,’ Brother Benignus prayed; ’and I Summer and winter, shine and wet, Will pile the blackbirds’ table high.’ ’O spare my youngling peas,’ he prayed, ’That for the Abbot’s table be; […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Mater Dei. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Mater Dei She looked to east, she looked to west, Her eyes, unfathomable, mild, That saw both worlds, came home to rest, Home to her own sweet child. God’s golden head was at her breast. What need to look […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Of St. Francis and the Ass. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Of St. Francis and the Ass Our father, ere he went Out with his brother, Death, Smiling and well-content As a bridegroom goeth, Sweetly forgiveness prayed From man or beast whom he Had ever injured Or burdened needlessly. ‘Verily,’ then said he, ‘I […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. To a Shade. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) To a Shade IF you have revisited the town, thin Shade, Whether to look upon your monument (I wonder if the builder has been paid) Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent To drink of that salt breath out of the sea […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Miss J. Scott, of Ayr. Роберт Бернс. На мисс Джинни Скотт из Эйра
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Miss J. Scott, of Ayr Oh! had each Scot of ancient times Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art, The bravest heart on English ground Had yielded like a coward. February, 1795 Перевод на русский язык На мисс Джинни Скотт из Эйра Когда б […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Lines under the Picture of Miss Burns. Роберт Бернс. Строки, написанные под портретом мисс Бернс
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Lines under the Picture of Miss Burns Cease, ye prudes, your envious railings, Lovely Burns has charms – confess! True it is that she had one failing: Had a woman ever less? 1787 Перевод на русский язык Строки, написанные под портретом мисс Бернс Оставьте […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On James Gracie Dean of Guild for Dumfries. Роберт Бернс. На Джеймса Грейси, городского судью в Дамфризе
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On James Gracie Dean of Guild for Dumfries Gracie, thou art a man of worth, O be thou dean for ever! May he be damned to hell henceforth Who fauts thy weight or measure. 1795 Перевод на русский язык На Джеймса Грейси, городского судью […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Guy Faux’s Night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Guy Faux’s Night Guy Faux’s night, dost know, we chaps, A-putten on our woldest traps, Went up the highest o’ the knaps, An’ meäde up such a vier! An’ thou an’ Tom wer all we miss’d, Vor if a sarpent had […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Anticipation. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Anticipation I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming. There have been times I feared to walk down the street Lest I should reel with the wine of you, And jerk against my neighbours As […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Poet. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Poet What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt His never failing eagerness. The sun Setting in splendour every night has won His vassalage; those towers flamboyant Of […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Before Dawn. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Before Dawn Life! Austere arbiter of each man’s fate, By whom he learns that Nature’s steadfast laws Are as decrees immutable; O pause Your even forward march! Not yet too late Teach me the needed lesson, when to wait Inactive as a ship […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Gift. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Gift See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres To recommend them. Also the scent […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Giver of Stars. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Giver of Stars Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled coolness, That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest, Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory. Let […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Red Slippers. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Red Slippers Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet! Amy Lowell’s other poems: The Fool Errant The Cyclists The Paper Windmill To Elizabeth Ward Perkins The Green Bowl 903 To […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. September 1913. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) September 1913 What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the marrow from the bone? For men were born to pray […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Forsaken. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Forsaken Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, all day I have been coming, and I ache for such far roaming. I cannot walk as light as […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Painted Ceiling. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Painted Ceiling My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, and stairs that go down, And such beautiful, slippery floors. But of all of the rooms, even mother’s and mine, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. To an Early Daffodil. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) To an Early Daffodil Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer’s myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers Does warm thee into being, through the ring Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling Thy […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Trout. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Trout Naughty little speckled trout, Can’t I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the water every day? Do you pull the Naiads’ hair Hiding in the lilies there? Do you hunt for fishes’ eggs, Or […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Astigmatism. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Astigmatism To Ezra Pound;With much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinion Amy Lowell’s other poems: The Fool Errant The Cyclists The Paper Windmill Francis II, King of Naples To Elizabeth Ward Perkins 927 To the dedicated […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Foreigner. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Foreigner Have at you, you Devils! My back’s to this tree, For you’re nothing so nice That the hind-side of me Would escape your assault. Come on now, all three! Here’s a dandified gentleman, Rapier at point, And a wrist which whirls […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Green Bowl. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Green Bowl This little bowl is like a mossy pool In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow Nodding in chequered sunshine of the trees; A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds, Where, though unseen, is heard the endless song […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Matrix. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Matrix Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock which never stays, Shredding our portion of Eternity, We break away at last, and steal the key Which hides a world […]