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English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Conscious. Уилфред Оуэн.

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Conscious His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. His eyes come open with a pull of will, Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head. A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . . How smooth the floor of the ward is! what […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Verseman’s Apology. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Verseman’s Apology Alas! I am only a rhymer, I don’t know the meaning of Art; But I learned in my little school primer To love Eugene Field and Bret Harte. I hailed Hoosier Ryley with pleasure, To John Hay I took […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Grain of Sand. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Grain of Sand If starry space no limit knows And sun succeeds to sun, There is no reason to suppose Our earth the only one. ‘Mid countless constellations cast A million worlds may be, With each a God to bless or […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Clock-Winder. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Clock-Winder It is dark as a cave, Or a vault in the nave When the iron door Is closed, and the floor Of the church relaid With trowel and spade. But the parish-clerk Cares not for the dark As he winds […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In a Waiting-Room. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In a Waiting-Room On a morning sick as the day of doom With the drizzling gray Of an English May, There were few in the railway waiting-room. About its walls were framed and varnished Pictures of liners, fly-blown, tarnished. The table bore a […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. I Rose and Went to Rou’tor Town. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * (She, alone) I rose and went to Rou’tor Town With gaiety and good heart, And ardour for the start, That morning ere the moon was down That lit me off to Rou’tor Town With gaiety and good heart. […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Robin. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Robin When up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And stoop, and drink, And bathe my wings, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Honeymoon Time at an Inn. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Honeymoon Time at an Inn At the shiver of morning, a little before the false dawn, The moon was at the window-square, Deedily brooding in deformed decay – The curve hewn off her cheek as by an adze; At the shiver of morning […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Midnight on the Great Western. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Midnight on the Great Western In the third-class seat sat the journeying boy, And the roof-lamp’s oily flame Played down on his listless form and face, Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going, Or whence he came. In the band of […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Fragment. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Fragment At last I entered a long dark gallery, Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side Were the bodies of men from far and wide Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead. ‘The sense of waiting here strikes strong; Everyone’s waiting, waiting, it […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Revisits His First School. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Revisits His First School I should not have shown in the flesh, I ought to have gone as a ghost; It was awkward, unseemly almost, Standing solidly there as when fresh, Pink, tiny, crisp-curled, My pinions yet furled From the winds of […]

English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Soldier’s Dream. Уилфред Оуэн.

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Soldier’s Dream I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; And rusted every bayonet with His tears. And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs, […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Nature and Man. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Nature and Man Oh, the glance of the dew! Oh, the flame of the rose springing forth of the thorn! Oh, the song of the arrow-marked finch singing love in the front of the morn! Who will speak to them all of […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The War of Bread. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The War of Bread ‘There shall be no unwarranted manipulation of the nation’s food supply by those who handle it on the way to the consumer.’—President Wilson. Of all the wars that waste this world, Where the life of man has […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. A Far Cry to Heaven. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) A Far Cry to Heaven WHAT! doest thou pray that the outgone tide be rolled back on the strand, The flame be rekindled that mounted away from the smouldering brand, The past-summer harvest flow golden through stubble-lands naked and sere, The winter-gray […]

English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Leaves. Сара Тисдейл.

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Leaves ONE by one, like leaves from a tree All my faiths have forsaken me; But the stars above my head Burn in white and delicate red, And beneath my feet the earth Brings the sturdy grass to birth. I who was content to […]

English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Rose. Сара Тисдейл.

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Rose BENEATH my chamber window Pierrot was singing, singing; I heard his lute the whole night thru Until the east was red. Alas, alas Pierrot, I had no rose for flinging Save one that drank my tears for dew Before […]

English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Indian Summer. Сара Тисдейл.

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Indian Summer LYRIC night of the lingering Indian summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper’s horn, and far off, high in the maples The wheel of a […]

English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. April. Сара Тисдейл.

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) April THE roofs are shining from the rain. The sparrows tritter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back-yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree– I could not be […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Frost. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Frost HOW small a tooth hath mined the season’s heart! How cold a touch hath set the wood on fire, Until it blazes like a costly pyre Built for some Ganges emperor, old and swart, Soul-sped on clouds of incense! Whose the […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Winter Sleep. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Winter Sleep I KNOW it must be winter (though I sleep)– I know it must be winter, for I dream I dip my bare feet in the running stream, And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. I know I […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Poor Kid. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Poor Kid Mumsie and Dad are raven dark And I am lily blonde. ”Tis strange,’ I once heard nurse remark, ‘You do not correspond.’ And yet they claim me as their own, Born of their flesh and bone. To doubt their […]

English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. The Last Laugh. Уилфред Оуэн.

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) The Last Laugh ‘Oh! Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain! Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut! And the Big Gun guffawed. Another sighed,-‘O Mother, -Mother, – Dad!’ Then smiled at nothing, […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Stupidity. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Stupidity Stupidity, woe’s anodyne, Be kind and comfort me in mine; Smooth out the furrows of my brow, Make me as carefree as a cow, Content to sleep and eat and drink And never think Stupidity, let me be blind To […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Christmas Tree. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Christmas Tree In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn’t been sold; By a shopman dourly thrown outside; With the ruck and rubble of Christmas-tide; Trodden deep in the muck and mire, Unworthy even […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Healer. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Healer “Tuberculosis should not be,” The old professor said. “If folks would hearken unto me ‘Twould save a million dead. Nay, no consumptive needs to die, –A cure have I. “From blood of turtle I’ve distilled An elixir of worth; […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Portrait. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Portrait The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,–since twenty years she’s dead: Her going nearly broke my heart. Alas! No little ones we had To light our hearth with joy and glee; […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Womb. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Womb Up from the evil day Of wattle and of woad, Along man’s weary way Dark Pain has been the goad. Back from the age of stone, Within his brutish brain, What pleasure he has known Is ease from Pain. […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Betrayal of the Rose. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Betrayal of the Rose A WHITE rose had a sorrow– And a strange sorrow! For her sisters they had none, As they all sat around her Each on her feudal throne. A strange sorrow For one with no […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Domestic Tragedy. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Domestic Tragedy Clorinda met me on the way As I came from the train; Her face was anything but gay, In fact, suggested pain. “Oh hubby, hubby dear!” she cried, “I’ve awful news to tell…” “What is it, darling?” I replied; […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ambition. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ambition They brought the mighty chief to town; They showed him strange, unwonted sights; Yet as he wandered up and down, He seemed to scorn their vain delights. His face was grim, his eye lacked fire, As one who mourns a glory […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Benjamin Franklin. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Benjamin Franklin Franklin fathered bastards fourteen, (So I read in the New Yorker); If it’s true, in terms of courtin’ Benny must have been a corker. To be prudent I’ve aspired, And my passions I have mastered; So that I have never […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Breath of Hampstead Heath. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Breath of Hampstead Heath THE wind of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek As, home returned, I muse, and see arise Those rounded hills beneath the low, gray skies, With gleams of haze-lapped cities far to seek. These I can picture, but […]

English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Mental Cases. Уилфред Оуэн. Душевнобольные

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Mental Cases Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish, Baring teeth that leer like skulls’ teeth wicked? Stroke on stroke of pain,- but what slow panic, Gouged these chasms […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Thefts of the Morning. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Thefts of the Morning BIND us the Morning, mother of the stars And of the winds that usher in the day! Ere her light fingers slide the eastern bars, A netted snare before her footsteps lay; Ere the pale roses of the […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Birthday. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Birthday (16th January 1949) I thank whatever gods may be For all the happiness that’s mine; That I am festive, fit and free To savour women, wit and wine; That I may game of golf enjoy, And have a formidable drive: […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Child Lover. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Child Lover Drunk or sober Uncle Jim Played the boy; Never glum or sour or grim, Oozin’ joy. Most folks thought he was no good, Blamin’ him; But where kiddies were, you could Bank on Jim. Sure he allus hated work, […]

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