English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The House with Nobody in It. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The House with Nobody in It Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black. I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Apology. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Apology (For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races To a goal no foot can reach, For reckless leaps into darkness With hands outstretched to a star, There is jubilation […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Main Street. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Main Street (For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it isn’t half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be When it all was covered over with a couple […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. Garden Days. 6. Autumn Fires. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. Дни в саду. 6. Осенние огни
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. Garden Days. 6. Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Trees. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Trees (For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Impromptu on an Innkeeper Named Bacon, Who Intruded Himself Into All Companies. Роберт Бернс. Экспромт. На хозяина гостиницы по фамилии Бэ́кон, который навязывал себя всем компаниям
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Impromptu on an Innkeeper Named Bacon, Who Intruded Himself Into All Companies At Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer, And plenty of bacon each day in the year; We’ve all things that’s nice, and mostly in season, But why always Bacon – come, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Commissary Goldie’s Brains. Роберт Бернс. На твердолобого тупицу, или К вопросу об умственных способностях интенданта Гауди
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Commissary Goldie’s Brains Lord, to account who dares thee call, Or e’er dispute thy pleasure? Else why within so thick a wall Enclose so poor a treasure? 1793 Перевод на русский язык На твердолобого тупицу, или К вопросу об умственных способностях интенданта Гауди […]
English Poetry. Bernard Barton. A Colloquy with Myself. Бернард Бартон.
Bernard Barton (Бернард Бартон) A Colloquy with Myself “As I walked by myself, I talked to myself, And myself replied to me; And the questions myself then put to myself With their answers, I give to thee. Put them home to thyself, and if unto thyself Their responses […]
English Poetry. Bernard Barton. To the Owl. Бернард Бартон.
Bernard Barton (Бернард Бартон) To the Owl BIRD of the solemn midnight hour! Thy Poet’s emblem be; If arms might be the Muses’ dower, His crest were found in thee: Though flippant wits thy dulness blame, And Superstition fondly frame Fresh omens from thy song;— With me thou […]
English Poetry. Bernard Barton. A Dream. Бернард Бартон.
Bernard Barton (Бернард Бартон) A Dream A DREAM came lately in the hours To nightly slumber due; It pictur’d forth no fairy bowers To Fancy’s raptur’d view; It had not much of marvels strange, Nor aught of wild and frequent change:— But all seem’d real—ay! as much, […]
English Poetry. Bernard Barton. «Which Things are a Shadow». Бернард Бартон.
Bernard Barton (Бернард Бартон) «Which Things are a Shadow» I SAW a stream whose waves were bright With morning’s dazzling sheen; But gathering clouds, ere fall of night, Had darken’d o’er the scene: “How like that tide,” My spirit sighed, “This life to me hath been.” The […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. As Winds That Blow against a Star. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) As Winds That Blow against a Star (For Aline) Now by what whim of wanton chance Do radiant eyes know sombre days? And feet that shod in light should dance Walk weary and laborious ways? But rays from Heaven, white and whole, May […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Love’s Lantern. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Love’s Lantern (For Aline) Because the road was steep and long And through a dark and lonely land, God set upon my lips a song And put a lantern in my hand. Through miles on weary miles of night That stretch relentless in […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. In Memory. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) In Memory I Serene and beautiful and very wise, Most erudite in curious Grecian lore, You lay and read your learned books, and bore A weight of unshed tears and silent sighs. The song within your heart could never rise Until love bade […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 14. Where Go the Boats?. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. 14. Куда уплывает челнок
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. 14. Where Go the Boats? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. St. Laurence. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) St. Laurence Within the broken Vatican The murdered Pope is lying dead. The soldiers of Valerian Their evil hands are wet and red. Unarmed, unmoved, St. Laurence waits, His cassock is his only mail. The troops of Hell have burst the gates, But […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. To Certain Poets. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) To Certain Poets Now is the rhymer’s honest trade A thing for scornful laughter made. The merchant’s sneer, the clerk’s disdain, These are the burden of our pain. Because of you did this befall, You brought this shame upon us all. You little […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Fourth Shepherd. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Fourth Shepherd (For Thomas Walsh) I On nights like this the huddled sheep Are like white clouds upon the grass, And merry herdsmen guard their sleep And chat and watch the big stars pass. It is a pleasant thing to lie […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Cathedral of Rheims. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Cathedral of Rheims (From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear, Sees it draw near Like some great mountain set upon the plain, From radiant dawn until […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Apartment House. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Apartment House Severe against the pleasant arc of sky The great stone box is cruelly displayed. The street becomes more dreary from its shade, And vagrant breezes touch its walls and die. Here sullen convicts in their chains might lie, Or slaves […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars We who beg for bread as we daily tread Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on the broad highway To the saint with the vagrant feet. Our altar light is a buttercup bright, And […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. In Memory of Rupert Brooke. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) In Memory of Rupert Brooke In alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young. His mouth is stopped, with half his songs unsung; His arm is still, that struck to make men free. But let no […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Visitation. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Visitation (For Louise Imogen Guiney) There is a wall of flesh before the eyes Of John, who yet perceives and hails his King. It is Our Lady’s painful bliss to bring Before mankind the Glory of the skies. Her cousin feels her […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The White Ships and the Red. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The White Ships and the Red (For Alden March) With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside a sunless beach. Their mighty masts and funnels Are white as driven snow, And with a pallid […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Citizen of the World. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Citizen of the World No longer of Him be it said ”He hath no place to lay His head.” In every land a constant lamp Flames by His small and mighty camp. There is no strange and distant place That is not gladdened […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Ploughman’s Life. Роберт Бернс. Пахарь
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Ploughman’s Life As I was a-wand’ring ae morning in spring, I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing; And as he was singin’, thir words he did say, - There’s nae life like the ploughman’s in the month o’ sweet May. […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself When you had played with life a space And made it drink and lust and sing, You flung it back into God’s face And thought you did a noble thing. ”Lo, I have lived and loved,” […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Lionel Johnson. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Lionel Johnson (For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.) There was a murkier tinge in London’s air As if the honest fog blushed black for shame. Fools sang of sin, for other fools’ acclaim, And Milton’s wreath was tossed to Baudelaire. […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Memorial Day. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Memorial Day ”Dulce et decorum est” The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with the feet Of men-at-arms who come to pray. The roses blossom white and red On tombs where weary soldiers […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Mount Houvenkopf. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Mount Houvenkopf Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned, And draws a cloak of trees about his breast. The thunder roars but cannot break his rest And from his rugged face the tempests bound. He does not heed the angry lightning’s wound, The […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Alarm Clocks. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Alarm Clocks When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering birds laugh in his way And poise triumphant on his shining arm. He bears a sword of flame but not to […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Twelve-Forty-Five. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Twelve-Forty-Five (For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume of red and white, Waves madly in the face of night. And now the grave incurious stars Gleam on the groaning […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Madness. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Madness (For Sara Teasdale) The lonely farm, the crowded street, The palace and the slum, Give welcome to my silent feet As, bearing gifts, I come. Last night a beggar crouched alone, A ragged helpless thing; I set him on a moonbeam throne […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Kings. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Kings (For the Rev. James B. Dollard) The Kings of the earth are men of might, And cities are burned for their delight, And the skies rain death in the silent night, And the hills belch death all day! But the King of […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Pennies. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Pennies A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand Behold him stand; A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad. The joy that once he had, The first delight of ownership is fled. He bows his little head. Ah, cruel Time, to kill That splendid thrill! […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Thorn. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Thorn (For the Rev. Charles L. O’Donnell, C. S. C.) The garden of God is a radiant place, And every flower has a holy face: Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod, But Saint Michael is the thorn on […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. John Anderson. Роберт Бернс. Джон Андерсон
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) John Anderson John Anderson, my jo John, When we were first acquent Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Robe of Christ. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Robe of Christ (For Cecil Chesterton) At the foot of the Cross on Calvary Three soldiers sat and diced, And one of them was the Devil And he won the Robe of Christ. When the Devil comes in his proper form To […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Thanksgiving. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Thanksgiving (For John Bunker) The roar of the world is in my ears. Thank God for the roar of the world! Thank God for the mighty tide of fears Against me always hurled! Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife, And the […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Roofs. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Roofs (For Amelia Josephine Burr) The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the night is sweet, And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet. But I’m glad to turn from the open road […]