English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Robert Davidson. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Robert Davidson I grew spiritually fat living off the souls of men. If I saw a soul that was strong I wounded its pride and devoured its strength. The shelters of friendship knew my cunning, For where I could steal a […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Flossie Cabanis. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Flossie Cabanis From Bindle’s opera house in the village To Broadway is a great step. But I tried to take it, my ambition fired When sixteen years of age, Seeing ”East Lynne” played here in the village By Ralph Barrett, the […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Rosie Roberts. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Rosie Roberts I was sick, but more than that, I was mad At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life. So I wrote to the Chief of Police at Peoria: ”I am here in my girlhood home in Spoon […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Amelia Garrick. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Amelia Garrick Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush In a forgotten place near the fence Where the thickets from Siever’s woods Have crept over, growing sparsely. And you, you are a leader in New York, The wife […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. O Glorious France. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) O Glorious France You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who cluster to a dawn And fade in light for you, O glorious France! They pass through meteor changes […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Ami Green. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Ami Green Not ”a youth with hoary head and haggard eye,” But an old man with a smooth skin And black hair! I had the face of a boy as long as I lived, And for years a soul that was […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Daisy Fraser. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Daisy Fraser Did you ever hear of Editor Whedon Giving to the public treasury any of the money he received For supporting candidated for office? Or for writing up the canning factory To get people to invest? Or for suppressing the […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Libido. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Libido How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a phantom still, And day your far light swaying down the street. As never fool for love, I starved […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Treasure. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Treasure When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries Behind the gateways of the brain; And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close The rainbow and the rose:– […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Home. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Home I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And comfortable gloom. But as I entered softly in I saw a woman there, The line of neck and cheek and chin, […]
English Poetry. William Blake. To Winter. Уильям Блейк. К Зиме
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) To Winter ‘О Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.’ He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep Rides heavy; […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Ante Aram. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Ante Aram Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers that are as holy myrrh. Ah, goddess, on thy throne of tears and faint low sighs, Weary at last to […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. A-Haulèn o’ the Corn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. A-Haulèn o’ the Corn Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr’d The piece o’ corn in Zidelèn Plot, An’ work’d about it pretty hard, An’ vound the weather pretty hot. ’Twer all a-tied an’ zet upright In tidy hile o’ Monday night; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Corn a-turnèn Yollow. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Corn a-turnèn Yollow The windless copse ha’ sheädy boughs, Wi’ blackbirds’ evenèn whistles; The hills ha’ sheep upon their brows, The zummerleäze ha’ thistles: The meäds be gaÿ in grassy Maÿ, But, oh! vrom hill to hollow, Let me look down […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Beginning. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Beginning Some day I shall rise and leave my friends And seek you again through the world’s far ends, You whom I found so fair (Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!), My only god in the days that were. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Veäiries. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Veäiries Eclogue Simon an’ Samel. SIMON. There’s what the vo’k do call a veäiry ring Out there, lo’k zee. Why, ’tis an oddish thing. SAMEL. Ah! zoo do seem. I wunder how do come! What […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Zummer Evenèn Dance. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Zummer Evenèn Dance Come out to the parrock, come out to the tree, The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee; There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels, Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Readèn ov a Head-stwone. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Readèn ov a Head-stwone As I wer readèn ov a stwone In Grenley church-yard all alwone, A little maïd ran up, wi’ pride To zee me there, an’ push’d a-zide A bunch o’ bennets that did hide A verse her father, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Bees a-Zwarmèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Bees a-Zwarmèn Avore we went a-milkèn, vive Or six o’s here wer all alive A-teäkèn bees that zwarm’d vrom hive; An’ we’d sich work to catch The hummèn rogues, they led us sich A dance all over hedge an’ ditch; An’ […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Clouds. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Clouds Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow Up to the white moon’s hidden loveliness. Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless, And turn […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Nobody Comes. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Nobody Comes Tree-leaves labour up and down, And through them the fainting light Succumbs to the crawl of night. Outside in the road the telegraph wire To the town from the darkening land Intones to travellers like a spectral lyre Swept by a […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Weary Walker. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Weary Walker A plain in front of me, And there’s the road Upon it. Wide country, And, too, the road! Past the first ridge another, And still the road Creeps on. Perhaps no other Ridge for the road? Ah! Past […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Light Snow-Fall after Frost. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Light Snow-Fall after Frost On the flat road a man at last appears: How much his whitening hairs Owe to the settling snow’s mute anchorage, And how much to a life’s rough pilgrimage, One cannot certify. The frost is on the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Sheep Fair. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Sheep Fair The day arrives of the autumn fair, And torrents fall, Though sheep in throngs are gathered there, Ten thousand all, Sodden, with hurdles round them reared: And, lot by lot, the pens are cleared, And the auctioneer wrings out his […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Night-Time in Mid-Fall. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Night-Time in Mid-Fall It is a storm-strid night, winds footing swift Through the blind profound; I know the happenings from their sound; Leaves totter down still green, and spin and drift; The tree-trunks rock to their roots, which wrench and lift The loam […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Life and Death at Sunrise. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Life and Death at Sunrise (Near Dogbury Gate, 1867) The hills uncap their tops Of woodland, pasture, copse, And look on the layers of mist At their foot that still persist: They are like awakened sleepers on one elbow lifted, Who gaze […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Thanksgiving for Victory. Роберт Бернс. Национальные торжества по случаю победы над врагом
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Thanksgiving for Victory Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks? To murder men, and give God thanks? Desist for shame! proceed no further! God won’t accept your thanks for murther! 1793 Перевод на русский язык Национальные торжества по случаю победы над врагом Да прекратите, подлые […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Maria Dancing. Роберт Бернс. Мария танцующая
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Maria Dancing How gracefully Maria leads the dance! She’s life itself. I never saw a foot So nimble and so elegant; it speaks, And the sweet whispering poetry it makes Shames the musician. Adriano, or The First of June. Перевод на русский […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Fragment («No cold approach, no altered mien…»). Роберт Бернс. Фрагмент («Нас развела не свара волчья…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Fragment («No cold approach, no altered mien…») No cold approach, no altered mien; Just what would make suspicion start; No pause the dire extremes between, – He made me blest, and broke my heart. 1792 Перевод на русский язык Фрагмент («Нас развела не […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. A Channel Passage. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) A Channel Passage The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I must think hard of something, or be sick; And could think hard of only one thing — YOU! You, you […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Inscribed on a Tavern Window. Роберт Бернс. Стихи, начертанные на оконном стекле таверны (”Пир Мудрости хорош для домоседа…”)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Inscribed on a Tavern Window Thou Greybeard, old Wisdom, mayst boast of thy treasures; Give me with young Folly to live: I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures; But Folly has raptures to give. 1796 Перевод на русский язык Стихи, начертанные на оконном стекле […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Mr. W. Cruikshank of the High School, Edinburgh. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия мистеру У. Крукшанку, учителю средней школы из Эдинбурга
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Mr. W. Cruikshank of the High School, Edinburgh Honest Will to heaven is gane, And mony shall lament him; His faults they a’ in Latin lay, In English nane e’er kent them. 1787 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия мистеру У. Крукшанку, учителю средней […]
English Poetry. William Blake. To Autumn. Уильям Блейк. К Осени
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) To Autumn О Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall […]
Дело было под Полтавой
БЫЛО ДЕЛО ПОД ПОЛТАВОЙ Иван Молчанов (также русская народная песня) Было дело под Полтавой, Дело славное друзья! Мы дрались тогда со шведом Под знаменами Петра. Наш могучий император – Память вечная ему! – Сам, родимый, пред полками Словно сокол он летал, Сам ружьем солдатским правил, Сам и пушки заряжал. Бой кипел. Герой Полтавы, Наш державный […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. A Letter to a Live Poet. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) A Letter to a Live Poet Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light more glorious Or deeper blindness, no man’s hand, as thine, Has, on the world’s most noblest chord […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Hamilton Greene. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Hamilton Greene I was the only child of Frances Harris of Virginia And Thomas Greene of Kentucky, Of valiant and honorable blood both. To them I owe all that I became, Judge, member of Congress, leader in the State. From my mother […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Roscoe Purkapile. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Roscoe Purkapile She loved me. Oh! how she loved me! I never had a chance to escape From the day she first saw me. But then after we were married I thought She might prove her mortality and let me out, […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. A Voice From The Dungeon. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) A Voice From The Dungeon I’m buried now; I’ve done with life; I’ve done with hate, revenge and strife; I’ve done with joy, and hope and love And all the bustling world above. Long have I dwelt forgotten here In pining woe and dull […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. John Hancock Otis. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) John Hancock Otis As to democracy, fellow citizens, Are you not prepared to admit That I, who inherited riches and was to the manor born, Was second to none in Spoon River In my devotion to the cause of Liberty? While […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Willie Pennington. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Willie Pennington They called me the weakling, the simpleton, For my brothers were strong and beautiful, While I, the last child of parents who had aged, Inherited only their residue of power. But they, my brothers, were eaten up In the […]