English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Stupidity. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Stupidity Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch I broke and bruised your rose. I hardly could suppose It were a thing so fragile that my clutch Could kill it, thus. It stood so proudly up upon its stem, I knew no thought […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Lamp of Life. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Lamp of Life Always we are following a light, Always the light recedes; with groping hands We stretch toward this glory, while the lands We journey through are hidden from our sight Dim and mysterious, folded deep in night, We care not, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Lady. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Lady You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. In your eyes Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes, And the perfume of your soul Is vague […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Temple. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Temple Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the cupped, arched blue Of Heaven it rose. Its flickering tongues up-drew And vanished in the sunshine. How it came We guessed not, nor what thing could be its […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Promise of the Morning Star. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Promise of the Morning Star Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee for this gift of art Poured out so lavishly, and not in vain. What thou created never […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Leisure. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Leisure Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled By shortening moments, when no gaunt presage Of undone duties, modern heritage, Haunted our happy minds; must thou withhold Thy presence […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. An Aquarium. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) An Aquarium Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver — gold – Grey-green opaqueness sliding down, With sharp white bubbles Shooting and dancing, Flinging quickly outward. Nosing the bubbles, Swallowing them, Fish. Blue shadows against silver-saffron […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Vintage. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Vintage I will mix me a drink of stars, – Large stars with polychrome needles, Small stars jetting maroon and crimson, Cool, quiet, green stars. I will tear them out of the sky, And squeeze them over an old silver cup, And I […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. An Ode, On the Death of Mr. Henry Purcell. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) An Ode, On the Death of Mr. Henry Purcell Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter’s Westminster I Mark how the Lark and Linnet Sing, With rival Notes They strain their warbling Throats, To […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Blockhead. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Blockhead Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted dust Covers the formless heap. Reprieves, delays, There are none, ever. As a monk who prays The sliding beads asunder, so […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Hero-Worship. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Hero-Worship A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment life is changed, and we Become of more heroic temper, meet To freely ask and give, a man complete Radiant because of […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Apology. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Apology Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light in every eye, As I go by. Each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze, Blinded by rainbow haze, The stuff of happiness, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Fragment (What is poetry? Is it a mosaic). Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Fragment (What is poetry? Is it a mosaic) What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that’s taught By patient labor any hue to take And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make Beauty […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Allies. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Allies August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats against the hard winds, and binds the head of the serpent to its tail, the long snail-slow serpent of […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Venetian Glass. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Venetian Glass As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the sailing of his little boat, On tightening ropes and shaping fair his course, Hears suddenly, across the restless sea, The rhythmic […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Fruit Shop. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Fruit Shop Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered her little brows into As she picked her dainty passage through The dusty street. ”Ah, Mademoiselle, A dirty pathway, we […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. In Darkness. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) In Darkness Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life’s brightest stars rise from a troubled sea? Must years go by in sad uncertainty Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows, Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows All […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Lead Soldiers. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Lead Soldiers The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. Miniature rockets peppering the black bricks with golden stars, as though a gala flamed a night of victorious wars. […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Way. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Way At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of roses Whose blossoms were poised above leaves as pond lilies float on the water, While hidden […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. Happy the Man. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) * * * Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine The joys I have […]
English Poetry. William Blake. To Be Or Not To Be. Уильям Блейк. Быть иль не быть, вот в чем
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) * * * To be or not to be Of great capacity, Like Sir Isaac Newton, Or Locke, or Doctor South, Or Sherlock upon Death - I’d rather be Sutton! For he did build a house For aged men and youth, With walls […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Azure and Gold. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Azure and Gold April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the mountain beds. Across a deep-sunken stream The pink of blossoming trees, And from windless appleblooms The humming of many bees. […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Wind. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Wind He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, He twirls my kite till it breaks its string. Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, Whistling, howling, rainy wind, […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Taxi. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Taxi When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Crescent Moon. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Crescent Moon Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down soon? On my nursery window-sill Will you stay your steady flight? And then float away with me Through the summer […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. To a Friend. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) To a Friend I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Dreams. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Dreams I do not care to talk to you although Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies, And all my being’s silent harmonies Wake trembling into music. When you go It is as if some sudden, dreadful blow Had severed all the strings with […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. New York at Night. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) New York at Night A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their masonry Ugly and foul, and chimneys lie And snort, outlined against the gray Of lowhung cloud. I hear the […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Little Song. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Little Song When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night Starts another year of candle light. O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon! Grant me, I beg of you, this boon. […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Irony. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Irony An arid daylight shines along the beach Dried to a grey monotony of tone, And stranded jelly-fish melt soft upon The sun-baked pebbles, far beyond their reach Sparkles a wet, reviving sea. Here bleach The skeletons of fishes, every bone Polished and […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Sea Shell. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Sea Shell Sea Shell, Sea Shell, Sing me a song, O Please! A song of ships, and sailor men, And parrots, and tropical trees, Of islands lost in the Spanish Main Which no man ever may find again, Of fishes and corals under […]
English Poetry. Samuel Johnson. On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic. Сэмюэл Джонсон.
Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic CONDEMN’D to Hope’s delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying year, See […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. A Fairy Tale. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Fairy Tale On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before our eyes We saw the vaulted hall of traceried stone Uprear itself, the distant ceiling hung With pendent stalactites like frozen […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Winter Rain. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Winter Rain Falling upon the frozen world last night I heard the slow beat of the winter rain— Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in vain; The ice-bound Earth but mocked their puny might; Far better had the fixedness of white And uncomplaining snows—which […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At Bay. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At Bay Wife Reach out your arms, and hold me close and fast. Tell me there are no memories of your past That mar this love of ours, so great, so vast. Husband Some truths are cheapened when too oft averred. Does […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Am. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Am I know not whence I came, I know not whither I go; But the fact stands clear that I am here In this world of pleasure and woe. And out of the mist and murk Another truth shines plain– It is […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Leaf. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Leaf Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve, That you were married, or soon to be. I have not thought of you, I believe, Since last we parted. Let me see: Five long Summers have passed since then – Each has been […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Refuted. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Refuted ‘Anticipation is sweeter than realisation.’ It may be, yet I have not found it so. In those first golden dreams of future fame I did not find such happiness as came When toil was crowned with triumph. Now I know […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Daft. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Daft In the warm yellow smile of the morning, She stands at the lattice pane, And watches the strong young binders Stride down to the fields of grain. And she counts them over and over As they pass her cottage […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Leudeman’s-on-the-River. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Leudeman’s-on-the-River Toward even when the day leans down, To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the loud-voiced town I know a spot of calm delight. Like crimson arrows from a quiver The red rays […]