English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time His aunt an’ uncle,—ah! the kind Wold souls be often in my mind: A better couple never stood In shoes, an’ vew be voun’ so good. She cheer’d the work-vo’k in their […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Yes, Mary Ann. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Yes, Mary Ann Song Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant, The charms of Henry’s eyes I see; But while I gaze, I something want, I want those eyes — to gaze on me. And I allow, in Henry’s heart Not Envy’s […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song from Torrismond. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song from Torrismond How many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall’n year, Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of Eternity: So many times do I love thee, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song from the Second Brother. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song from the Second Brother STREW not earth with empty stars, Strew it not with roses, Nor feathers from the crest of Mars, Nor summer’s idle posies. ‘Tis not the primrose-sandalled moon, Nor cold and silent morn, Nor he that climbs the dusty […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty Sonnet Snowdrop of dogs, with ear of brownest dye, Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree Which shudders in black autumn; though by thee, Of hearing careless and untutored eye, Not understood articulate speech of men […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’ Write it in gold – a Spirit of the sun, An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts, A soul with all the dews of pathos shining, Odorous with love, and sweet to silent woe […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song of the Stygian Naiades. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song of the Stygian Naiades Proserpine may pull her flowers, Wet with dew or wet with tears, Red with anger, pale with fears; Is it any fault of ours, If Pluto be an amorous king And come home nightly, laden Under his broad […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. The Storm. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) The Storm I Ran to the forest for shelter, Breathless, half sobbing; I put my arms round a tree, Pillowed my head against the rough bark. “Protect me,” I said. “I am a lost child.” But the tree showered silver drops on my face […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 17. The Land of Nod. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. 17. Страна дремоты
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. 17. The Land of Nod From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have […]
English Poetry. William Blake. And Did Those Feet in Ancient Time. Уильям Блейк. На этот горный склон крутой
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) * * * And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Hebrew Melodies 25. By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat down and Wept. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Еврейские мелодии 25. У вод вавилонских, печалью томимы
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Hebrew Melodies 25. By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat down and Wept I. We sate down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the day When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters, Made Salem’s high […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Spring Wind in London. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Spring Wind in London I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor’s flag unfurled, For me, the uprooted tree. My challenge to the world is hurled; The world must bow to me. I drive the clouds […]
English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. A Little Boy’s Dream. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.
Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) A Little Boy’s Dream To and fro, to and fro In my little boat I go Sailing far across the sea All alone, just little me. And the sea is big and strong And the journey very long. To and fro, to and fro […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Prayer of a Soldier in France. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Prayer of a Soldier in France My shoulders ache beneath my pack (Lie easier, Cross, upon His back). I march with feet that burn and smart (Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart). Men shout at me who may not speak (They scourged […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Houses. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Houses (For Aline) When you shall die and to the sky Serenely, delicately go, Saint Peter, when he sees you there, Will clash his keys and say: “Now talk to her, Sir Christopher! And hurry, Michelangelo! She wants to play at building, And […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Mid-ocean in War-time. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Mid-ocean in War-time (For My Mother) The fragile splendour of the level sea, The moon’s serene and silver-veiled face, Make of this vessel an enchanted place Full of white mirth and golden sorcery. Now, for a time, shall careless laughter be Blended with […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Vision. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Vision (For Aline) Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces Looking up into his own and reflecting the joy of his dream, Yet did he seem Gifted with eyes that could follow the gods to their holiest […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. A Blue Valentine. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) A Blue Valentine (For Aline) Monsignore, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court of Heaven, I respectfully salute you, I genuflect And I kiss your episcopal ring. It is not, Monsignore, The fragrant memory […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Waverley. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Waverley 1814-1914 When, on a novel’s newly printed page We find a maudlin eulogy of sin, And read of ways that harlots wander in, And of sick souls that writhe in helpless rage; Or when Romance, bespectacled and sage, Taps on her desk […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Folly. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Folly (For A. K. K.) What distant mountains thrill and glow Beneath our Lady Folly’s tread? Why has she left us, wise in woe, Shrewd, practical, uncomforted? We cannot love or dream or sing, We are too cynical to pray, There is no […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Delicatessen. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Delicatessen Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man’s affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who come to buy his curious wares? Here is a shop of wonderment. From every land has come a prize; Rich spices from […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 31. My Bed is a Boat. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. 31. Моя постель – ладья
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. 31. My Bed is a Boat My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor’s coat And starts me in the dark. At night […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Poets. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Poets Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine. Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath Out of our […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring (For Kenton) An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee And dammed the flood of silver notes That drenched the world in melody. The blosmy […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Martin. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Martin When I am tired of earnest men, Intense and keen and sharp and clever, Pursuing fame with brush or pen Or counting metal disks forever, Then from the halls of Shadowland Beyond the trackless purple sea Old Martin’s ghost comes back to […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Annunciation. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Annunciation (For Helen Parry Eden) ”Hail Mary, full of grace,” the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed; She has a Bridegroom Who may not be named, Her mortal flesh bears Him Who conquers death. Now in the dust […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Dave Lilly. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Dave Lilly There’s a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there’s nothing there now but minnows; they say it is all fished out. I fished there many a Summer day some twenty years […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J. Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one saith, is but a human heart Speaking aloud, undisciplined and free. Nay, God be praised, Who fixed thy task […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Servant Girl and Grocer’s Boy. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Servant Girl and Grocer’s Boy Her lips’ remark was: ”Oh, you kid!” Her soul spoke thus (I know it did): ”O king of realms of endless joy, My own, my golden grocer’s boy, I am a princess forced to dwell Within a […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Rosary. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Rosary Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings Shall all men praise the Master of all song. Our life is brief, one saith, and art is long; And skilled must be the laureates of kings. Silent, O lips that utter […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Queen Elizabeth Speaks. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Queen Elizabeth Speaks My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold, My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold. So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God, Rise up […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Big Top. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Big Top The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart And I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay. I take off my hat to the acrobat with his delicate, strong […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 16. The Land of Counterpane. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. 16. Страна кровати
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. 16. The Land of Counterpane When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay, To keep me happy all the day. And sometimes for […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Easter. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Easter The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings. Joyce Kilmer’s other poems: Madness St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars Multiplication The Robe of Christ Memorial Day Poems of other poets with the […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Multiplication. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Multiplication (For S. M. E.) I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well; I look my last upon His small and radiant prison-cell; O happy lamp! to serve Him with never ceasing light! O happy flame! to tremble forever […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Easter Week. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Easter Week (In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett) (”Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone, It’s with O’Leary in the grave.”) William Butler Yeats. ”Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone, It’s with O’Leary in the grave.” Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Proud Poet. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Proud Poet (For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of laughter for his heart was full of crime. ”Why don’t you take up fancy work, or embroidery?” he said, […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Gates and Doors. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Gates and Doors (For Richardson Little Wright) There was a gentle hostler (And blessed be his name!) He opened up the stable The night Our Lady came. Our Lady and Saint Joseph, He gave them food and bed, And Jesus Christ has […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Old Poets. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Old Poets (For Robert Cortez Holliday) If I should live in a forest And sleep underneath a tree, No grove of impudent saplings Would make a home for me. I’d go where the old oaks gather, Serene and good and strong, And […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The New School. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The New School (For My Mother) The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet Are still with a stillness that is too drear to seem like holiday, And never a gust of laughter breaks the calm […]