English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Quality of Courage. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Quality of Courage Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering up like withered arms, Writhing like streams, like twisted charms Of hot […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Lover in Hell. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Lover in Hell Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little devils are! They’ve stolen the pitchfork From Bel, there, as he slept . […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The General Public. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The General Public ”Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?” — Browning. ”Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then,” The old man said. A dry smile creased his face With many wrinkles. ”That’s a great poem, now! […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Road and Hills. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Road and Hills I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! My horse snuffs delicately At the strange wind; He settles to […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Portrait of a Baby. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Portrait of a Baby He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon wave that broke and whirled To vanish in the grey-green gloom, Perspectiveless […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Music. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Music My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a fat green volume from the chest; And propped it open. Whitely without rest, His fingers […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. May Morning. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) May Morning I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the air like water on me close, Great waves of sunny air that lip and beat […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Love in Twilight. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Love in Twilight There is darkness behind the light — and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom Like the carven prows of proud, far-triumphing ships — And the firelight wavers and […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Lonely Burial. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Lonely Burial There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried loud in gusts, then low again. Three pines strained darkly, runners in a race Unseen […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.. Роберт Бернс. Посвящение Гэвину Гамильтону, эсквайру
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq. EXPECT na, Sir, in this narration, A fleechin’, fleth’rin’ Dedication, To roose you up, an’ ca’ you guid, An’ sprung o’ great an’ noble bluid, Because ye’re sirnam’d like his Grace, Perhaps related to the race; Then when […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Going Back to School. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Going Back to School The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead sun’s last glimmer. Far and vast The Sausalito lights burned suddenly In little […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum Here, where men’s eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind strengthens from the sea — and night Drops like a fog and makes […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Elegy for an Enemy. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Elegy for an Enemy (For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which betrayed her? Do the lush grasses hold, Greenly and glad, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Colors. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Colors (For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. ”Come inside!” he said, ”I’ll show you all we’ve got now — it was size You wanted? — […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Before an Examination. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Before an Examination The little letters dance across the page, Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes; Sick of the strain, the glaring light, I rise Yawning and stretching, full of empty rage At the dull […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, lustrous greens are splashed and spilt Along the back, that […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Young Blood. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Young Blood “But, sir,” I said, “they tell me the man is like to die!” The Canon shook his head indulgently. “Young blood, Cousin,” he boomed. “Young blood! Youth will be served!” — D’Hermonville’s Fabliaux. He woke up […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Innovator. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Innovator (A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, ”Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I’ll change it! Let the top be hid, The bottom take the apex-place!” And as I bade they did. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Hemp. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Hemp (A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the plank) From the Great North Bank to the Caribbees (Down by the marsh the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Fiddling Wood. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Fiddling Wood Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over the rough crest of the hairy wood In angry scorn; the grey road twisted, kinked, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Address to the Toothache. Роберт Бернс. Послание зубной боли
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Address to the Toothache MY curse upon your venom’d stang, That shoots my tortur’d gums alang, And thro’ my lugs gies mony a twang, Wi’ gnawing vengeance; Tearing my nerves wi’ bitter pang, Like racking engines! When fevers burn, or ague freezes, Rheumatics […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The City Revisited. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The City Revisited The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day I sat and watched them come and go; And now at last the sun […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. The Breaking Point. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) The Breaking Point It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I stood up for age-long wars And held the very Fiend at grips; When […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Talk. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Talk Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in blue rings wheeling, As formless as our talk. Phil, drawling, bets Cornell will win the relay […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Rain after a Vaudeville Show. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Rain after a Vaudeville Show The last pose flickered, failed. The screen’s dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; and as I stumbled out The curtain rose. A fat girl with a pout […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Poor Devil!. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Poor Devil! Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed me with an iron yoke. I longed for the cool quiet and the dark, Under […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Nos Immortales. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Nos Immortales Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun, Into the free companionship of air; Perhaps with sunsets when the day is done, All’s one to me — I do not greatly care; So long […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Dedication. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Dedication To W. R. B. And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D’Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy rhymes In memory of earlier times. Now all those careless days are not. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. A Minor Poet. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) A Minor Poet I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of the viol’s voice that comes, Heavy with radiance, languorous and clear. Yet, if you hold […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Portrait of a Boy. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Portrait of a Boy After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle’s hat had looked striped red! He chuckled silently. The moon came, sweeping A black, frayed rag of tattered cloud before […]
English Poetry. Stephen Vincent Benet. Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room. Стивен Винсент Бене.
Stephen Vincent Benet (Стивен Винсент Бене) Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a jangle of glass bars Fantastically alive with subtle scorn; Fish, by a plopping, gurgling rush of […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Willie’s Wife. Роберт Бернс. Жена Вилли
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Willie’s Wife WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca’d it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster guid, Cou’d stown a clue wi’ ony body. He had a wife was dour and din, O Tinkler Madgie was her mither; Sic a wife as Willie […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. The Harlot’s House. Оскар Уайльд. Дом блудницы
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) The Harlot’s House We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot’s house. Inside, above the din and fray, We heard the loud musicians play The Treues Liebes Herz of Strauss. Like strange […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Whitsuntide an’ Club Walkèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Whitsuntide an’ Club Walkèn Ees, last Whit-Monday, I an’ Meäry Got up betimes to mind the deäiry; An’ gi’ed the milkèn païls a scrub, An’ dress’d, an’ went to zee the club. Vor up at public-house, by ten O’clock the pleäce […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Vields in the Light. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Vields in the Light Woone’s heart mid leäp wi’ thoughts o’ jaÿ In comèn manhood light an’ gaÿ When we do teäke the worold on Vrom our vore-elders dead an’ gone; But days so feäir in hope’s bright eyes Do often […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Shepherd o’ the Farm. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Shepherd o’ the Farm Oh! I be shepherd o’ the farm, Wi’ tinklèn bells an’ sheep-dog’s bark, An’ wi’ my crook a-thirt my eärm, Here I do rove below the lark. An’ I do bide all day among The […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Evenèn, an’ Maïdens out at Door. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Evenèn, an’ Maïdens out at Door Now the sheädes o’ the elems do stratch mwore an’ mwore, Vrom the low-zinkèn zun in the west o’ the sky; An’ the maïdens do stand out in clusters avore The doors, vor to chatty […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. A Bit o’ Sly Coortèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. A Bit o’ Sly Coortèn Eclogue John and Fanny. JOHN. Now, Fanny, ’tis too bad, you teazèn maïd! How leäte you be a’ come! Where have ye staÿ’d? How long you have a-meäde me waït about! I thought […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. The ’Lotments. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. The ’Lotments Eclogue John and Richard. JOHN. Zoo you be in your groun’ then, I do zee, A-workèn and a-zingèn lik’ a bee. How do it answer? what d’ye think about it? D’ye think ’tis better wi’ it […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Jenny’s Ribbons. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Jenny’s Ribbons Jean ax’d what ribbon she should wear ’Ithin her bonnet to the feäir? She had woone white, a-gi’ed her when She stood at Meäry’s chrissenèn; She had woone brown, she had woone red, A keepseäke vrom her brother dead, […]