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English Poetry. Amy Lowell. To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging. So for a moment I […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Sword Blades and Poppy Seed. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Sword Blades and Poppy Seed A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran and hid among the staves Of an old wharf. A watery light Touched bleak the granite bridge, and […]

English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. A Deep-Sworn Vow. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.

William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) A Deep-Sworn Vow OTHERS because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Little Garden. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Little Garden A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The sun’s pale glow Is scarcely able to melt patches wide About the single rose bush. All denied Of nature’s tender […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Japanese Wood-Carving. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Japanese Wood-Carving High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it was a waving tree And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves Of forest trees, in a thick eastern […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. At Night. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) At Night The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze Is this, though hot July is at its height, Gone is her gentler music; with delight She listens to this booming […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The End. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The End Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul Of sundering darkness. Unrelenting, fain To batter down resistance, fall again Stroke after stroke, insistent diastole, The bitter […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Tulip Garden. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Tulip Garden Guarded within the old red wall’s embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight. What bold grace Sets off their tunics, white with crimson lace! Here are platoons of gold-frocked […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Listening. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Listening ’T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets forth the pent-up melody inside, Your spirit’s harmony, which clear and strong Sings but of you. Throughout your whole life long Your […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Music. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Music The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round notes flutter and tap about the room, And hit against each other, Blurring to unexpected chords. It is very beautiful, With the […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Song. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Song Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run; Holding up A scent-brimmed cup, Full of summer’s fragrance to the summer sun. Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Happiness. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Happiness Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty quietness, No delight, and no distress. Happiness to me is wine, Effervescent, superfine. Full of tang and fiery pleasure, Far too hot […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Patience. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Patience Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills An anguish, gathers earth to lie Embraced and girdled. Do the sun-filled men Feel patience then? Be patient with you? When the […]

English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. The Lake Isle of Innisfree. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.

William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) The Lake Isle of Innisfree I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Winter Ride. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Winter Ride Who shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather, Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light. Everything mortal has moments immortal, Swift and God-gifted, […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Patterns. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Patterns I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jewelled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. As […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Summer. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Summer Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any great endeavor, To them the fields and woods are closest friends, And they hold dear communion with the hills; The voice of […]

English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Petals. Эми Лоуэлл.

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Petals Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Second Attempt. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Second Attempt Thirty years after I began again An old-time passion: And it seemed as fresh as when The first day ventured on: When mutely I would waft her In Love’s past fashion Dreams much dwelt upon, Dreams I wished she knew. […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Last Leaf. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Last Leaf ‘The leaves throng thick above: – Well, I’ll come back, dear Love, When they all are down!’ She watched that August tree, (None now scorned summer as she), Till it broidered it brown. And then October came blowing, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Street. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Street (Song) Only acquaintances Seem do we, Each of whom, meeting, says Civilly ‘Good morning.’ – Yes: thus we appear to be! But far, near, left and right, Here or there, By day or dingiest night, Everywhere I see […]

English Poetry. Robert Burns. On a Swearing Coxcomb. Роберт Бернс. На хлыща-сквернослова

Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On a Swearing Coxcomb Here cursing swearing Burton lies, A buck, a bean, or Dem-my-eyes! Who in this life did little good. And whose last words were Dem-my-blood! 1794 Перевод на русский язык На хлыща-сквернослова Всю жизнь гремел он, что твоя гроза: «Будь […]

English Poetry. Robert Burns. My Bottle. Роберт Бернс. Бутылка («Бутылку ценю, как священную чашу…»)

Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) My Bottle My bottle is my holy pool, That heals the wounds o’ care an’ dool, And pleasure is a wanton trout, An’ ye drink it a’ ye’ll find him out. 1790 Перевод на русский язык Бутылка («Бутылку ценю, как священную чашу…») Бутылку ценю, […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Will Be Worthy of It. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Will Be Worthy of It I may not reach the heights I seek, My untried strength may fail me; Or, half-way up the mountain peak Fierce tempests may assail me. But though that place I never gain, Herein lies comfort for my […]

English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. A Drunken Man’s Praise Of Sobriety. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.

William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) A Drunken Man’s Praise Of Sobriety COME swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore; And therefore keep […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Lines from «Maurine» (I’d rather have my verses win). Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lines from «Maurine» (I’d rather have my verses win) I’d rather have my verses win A place in common people’s hearts, Who, toiling through the strife and din Of life’s great thoroughfares, and marts, May read some line […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Over the Alley. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Over the Alley Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak to from morn till night, Though I have a neighbour just over the way. Across the alley that […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. High Noon. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) High Noon Time’s finger on the dial of my life Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark, Bleak shadows of the grave engulf the end. To those who burn the […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Penalty. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Penalty Because of the fullness of what I had, All that I have seems poor and vain. If I had not been happy, I were not sad– Tho’ my salt is savorless, why complain? From the ripe perfection […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At an Old Drawer. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At an Old Drawer Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. The days were tinged with glory, The nights too quickly sped, And life was like a story Where […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Lay It Away. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lay It Away We will lay our summer away, my friend, So tenderly lay it away. It was bright and sweet to the very end, Like one long, golden day. Nothing sweeter could come to me, Nothing sweeter to […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Over the Banisters. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Over the Banisters Over the banisters bends a face, Daringly sweet and beguiling. Somebody stands in careless grace, And watches the picture, smiling. The light burns dim in the hall below, Nobody sees her standing, Saying […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. New and Old. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) New and Old I and new love, in all its living bloom, Sat vis-`a-vis, while tender twilight hours Went softly by us, treading as on flowers. Then suddenly I saw within the room The old love, long since lying in its tomb. […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At the Hop. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At the Hop ‘Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea? Yes, yes, I hear – I yield – no need of urging; I know your wishes, – send Lisette to me. […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Conversion. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Conversion When this world’s pleasures for my soul sufficed, Ere my heart’s plummet sounded depths of pain, I call on Reason to control my brain, And scoffed at that old story of Christ. But when o’er burning wastes […]

English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. A First Confession. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.

William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) A First Confession I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing but coquetry. I long for truth, and yet I cannot stay from that My better self disowns, For […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Bohemia. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Bohemia Bohemia, o’er thy unatlassed borders How many cross, with half-reluctant feet, And unformed fears of dangers and disorders, To find delights, more wholesome and more sweet Than ever yet were known to the ”elite.” Herein can […]

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