English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Wealth. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Wealth (For Aline) From what old ballad, or from what rich frame Did you descend to glorify the earth? Was it from Chaucer’s singing book you came? Or did Watteau’s small brushes give you birth? Nothing so exquisite as that slight hand Could […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Stars. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Stars (For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands of Lady Mary’s hair? As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through, Do you fall across her cheeks and over […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Singing Girl. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Singing Girl (For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.) There was a little maiden In blue and silver drest, She sang to God in Heaven And God within her breast. It flooded me with pleasure, It pierced me like a sword, […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. The Snowman in the Yard. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) The Snowman in the Yard (For Thomas Augustine Daly) The Judge’s house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone, And the Judge has a lovely flowering hedge that came from across the seas; In the Hales’ garage you […]
English Poetry. Joyce Kilmer. Roses. Джойс Килмер.
Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Roses (For Katherine Bregy) I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, a posy for the King. I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be, From the white rose vine and the pink […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Where we did keep our Flagon. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Where we did keep our Flagon When we in mornèn had a-drow’d The grass or russlèn haÿ abrode, The lit’some maïdens an’ the chaps, Wi’ bits o’ nunchèns in their laps, Did all zit down upon the knaps Up there, in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Best Man in the Vield. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Best Man in the Vield Eclogue Sam and Bob. SAM. That’s slowish work, Bob. What’st a-been about? Thy pookèn don’t goo on not over sprack. Why I’ve a-pook’d my weäle, lo’k zee, clear out, An’ here I […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To a Mouse, on Turning Up Her Nest With the Plough. Роберт Бернс. К полевой мыши, разоренной моим плугом
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To a Mouse, on Turning Up Her Nest With the Plough 1. WEE, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, O what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee Wi’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Haÿ-Meäken. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Haÿ-Meäken ’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, Where vo’k be out a-meäkèn haÿ; Where men an’ women, in a string, Do ted or turn the grass, an’ zing, Wi’ cheemèn vaïces, merry zongs, A-tossèn o’ their sheenèn prongs Wi’ eärms a-zwangèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Meäken up a Miff. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Meäken up a Miff Vorgi’e me, Jenny, do! an’ rise Thy hangèn head an’ teary eyes, An’ speak, vor I’ve a-took in lies, An’ I’ve a-done thee wrong; But I wer twold,—an’ thought ’twer true,— That Sammy down at Coome an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Rivers don’t gi’e out. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Rivers don’t gi’e out The brook I left below the rank Ov alders that do sheäde his bank, A-runnèn down to dreve the mill Below the knap, ’s a runnèn still; The creepèn days an’ weeks do vill Up years, an’ […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Lines Supposed to Have Been Written by Burns, and Forwarded to John Rankine, Ayrshire, Immediately after the Poet’s Decease. Роберт Бернс. Строки, написанные предположительно Робертом Бернсом, и переданные Джону Рэнкину из Эйшира сразу после того, как Поэт заболел
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Lines Supposed to Have Been Written by Burns, and Forwarded to John Rankine, Ayrshire, Immediately after the Poet’s Decease He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, And a green grassy hillock hides his head; Alas! alas! a devilish change indeed! Перевод на […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Verses Addressed to J. Rankine. Роберт Бернс. Стихи, адресованные Джону Рэнкину, который написал Бернсу, что в той части Шотландии, где побывал Поэт, некая девица родила от него ребёнка
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Verses Addressed to J. Rankine I am a keeper of the law In some sma’ points, altho’ not a’; Some people tell me gin I fa’, Ae way or ither, The breaking of ae point, tho’ sma’, Breaks a’ thegither. I hae been […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Xenophanes, the Monist of Colophon. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Xenophanes, the Monist of Colophon Ann: aet: suae XCII.– A: C: CCCCLXXX ‘Are You groping Your way? Do You do it unknowing? – Or mark Your wind blowing? Night tell You from day, O Mover? Come, say!’ Cried Xenophanes. ‘I mean, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Night of Questionings. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Night of Questionings On the eve of All-Souls’ Day I heard the dead men say Who lie by the tottering tower, To the dark and doubling wind At the midnight’s turning hour, When other speech had thinned: ‘What of the world now?’ […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. There Seemed a Strangeness. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) There Seemed a Strangeness A Phantasy There seemed a strangeness in the air, Vermilion light on the land’s lean face; I heard a Voice from I knew not where: – ‘The Great Adjustment is taking place! ‘I set thick darkness over […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Best She Could. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Best She Could Nine leaves a minute Swim down shakily; Each one fain would spin it Straight to earth; but, see, How the sharp airs win it Slantwise away! – Hear it say, ‘Now we have finished our summer show Of what […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 24. Silently She’s Combing. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 24. Silently She’s Combing Silently she’s combing, Combing her long hair, Silently and graciously, With many a pretty air. The sun is in the willow leaves And on the dappled grass, And still she’s combing her long hair Before the looking-glass. […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. John Barleycorn. Роберт Бернс. Джон Ячменное Зерно
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) John Barleycorn There was three kings unto the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough’d him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae sworn […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 9. Winds of May, That Dance on the Sea. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 9. Winds of May, That Dance on the Sea Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The foam flies up to be garlanded, In silvery arches spanning the air, Saw […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 8. Who Goes Amid the Green Wood. Джеймс Джойс. Камерная музыка. 8. Кто там тропинкою лесной
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 8. Who Goes Amid the Green Wood Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her? Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier? Who passes in the sunlight By ways that know the light footfall? […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 12. What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 12. What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune, Glory and stars beneath his feet— A sage that is but kith and kin With the comedian […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba I heard their young hearts crying Loveward above the glancing oar And heard the prairie grasses sighing: No more, return no more! O hearts, O sighing grasses, Vainly your loveblown bannerets mourn! No more will […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Tilly. Джеймс Джойс. Довесок
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Tilly He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they know, He drives his beasts above Cabra. The voice tells them home is warm. They moo and make brute music with their […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 34. Sleep Now, O Sleep Now. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 34. Sleep Now, O Sleep Now Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart! A voice crying “Sleep now” Is heard in my heart. The voice of the winter Is heard at the door. O sleep, for the winter Is […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. On the Beach at Fontana. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) On the Beach at Fontana Wind whines and whines the shingle, The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining wind and colder Grey sea I wrap him warm And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder And boyish […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 18. O Sweetheart, Hear You. Джеймс Джойс. Камерная музыка. 18. Послушай эту сказку, Любовь моя
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 18. O Sweetheart, Hear You O sweetheart, hear you Your lover’s tale; A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail. For he shall know then Friends be untrue And a little ashes Their words come to. But one unto […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire My love is in a light attire Among the apple-trees, Where the gay winds do most desire To run in companies. There, where the gay winds stay to woo The young leaves as […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 25. Lightly Come or Lightly Go. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 25. Lightly Come or Lightly Go Lightly come or lightly go: Though thy heart presage thee woe, Vales and many a wasted sun, Oread let thy laughter run Till the irreverent mountain air Ripple all thy flying hair. Lightly, lightly—ever so: […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Apparent Failure. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Apparent Failure No, for I’ll save it! Seven years since I passed through Paris, stopped a day To see the baptism of your Prince, Saw, made my bow, and went my way: Walking the heat and headache off, I took the Seine-side, you surmise, […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 5. Lean out of the Window. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 5. Lean out of the Window Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed, I read no more, Watching the fire dance On the floor. I have left my book, I […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 6. I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 6. I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me. Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be. […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 36. I Hear an Army Charging upon the Land. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 36. I Hear an Army Charging upon the Land I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with fluttering […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 21. He Who Hath Glory Lost, Nor Hath. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 21. He Who Hath Glory Lost, Nor Hath He who hath glory lost, nor hath Found any soul to fellow his, Among his foes in scorn and wrath Holding to ancient nobleness, That high unconsortable one— His love is his companion. James […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 13. Go Seek Her Out All Courteously. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 13. Go Seek Her Out All Courteously Go seek her out all courteously, And say I come, Wind of spices whose song is ever Epithalamium. O, hurry over the dark lands And run upon the sea For seas and lands shall not […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 28. Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 28. Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: Come follow, come follow, All you that love. Leave dreams to the dreamers That will not after, That song and laughter Do nothing move. With ribbons streaming […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 17. Because Your Voice Was at My Side. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 17. Because Your Voice Was at My Side Because your voice was at my side I gave him pain, Because within my hand I held Your hand again. There is no word nor any sign Can make amend— He is a […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Chamber Music. 19. Be Not Sad Because All Men. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Chamber Music. 19. Be Not Sad Because All Men Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you: Sweetheart, be at peace again— Can they dishonour you? They are sadder than all tears; Their lives ascend as a continual sigh. […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Bahnhofstrasse. Джеймс Джойс. Банхофштрассе
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Bahnhofstrasse The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day. Grey way whose violet signals are The trysting and the twining star. Ah star of evil! star of pain! Highhearted youth comes not again […]