English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Peace. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Peace PEACE flows into me As the tide to the pool by the shore; It is mine forevermore, It ebbs not back like the sea. I am the pool of blue That worships the vivid sky; My hopes were heaven-high, They are all […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Barter. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Barter LIFE has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dyspeptic Clerk. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dyspeptic Clerk I think I’ll buy a little field, Though scant am I of pelf, And hold the hope that it may yield A living for myself; For I have toiled ten thousand days With ledger and with pen, And I am […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Erico. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Erico Oh darling Eric, why did you For my fond affection sue, And then with surgeons artful aid Transform yourself into a maid? So now in petticoats you go And people call you Erico. Sometimes I wonder if they can Change […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Anthem for Doomed Youth. Уилфред Оуэн. Псалом обреченной юности
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Funk. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Funk When your marrer bone seems ‘oller, And you’re glad you ain’t no taller, And you’re all a-shakin’ like you ‘ad the chills; When your skin creeps like a pullet’s, And you’re duckin’ all the bullets, And you’re green as gorgonzola round […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Grey Gull. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Grey Gull ‘Twas on an iron, icy day I saw a pirate gull down-plane, And hover in a wistful way Nigh where my chickens picked their grain. An outcast gull, so grey and old, Withered of leg I watched it hop, By […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Wisdom. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Wisdom WHEN I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate, When I have looked Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise, Life will have given me the […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Come. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Come COME, when the pale moon like a petal Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, Come with outstretched arms to take me, Come with lips pursed up to cling. Come, for life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Indifference. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Indifference When I am dead I will not care Forever more, If sky be radiantly fair Or tempest roar. If my life-hoard in sin be spent, My wife re-wed,– I’ll be so damned indifferent When I am dead. When I meet […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. L’Envoi (My job is done; my rhymes are ranked and ready). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) L’Envoi (My job is done; my rhymes are ranked and ready) My job is done; my rhymes are ranked and ready, My word-battalions marching verse by verse; Here stanza-companies are none too steady; There print-platoons are weak, but might be worse. And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Lost Kitten. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Lost Kitten Two men I saw reel from a bar And stumble down the street; Coarse and uncouth as workmen are, They walked with wobbly feet. I watched them, thinking sadly as I heard their hobnails clink, The only joy a toiler […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Spring Rain. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Spring Rain I THOUGHT I had forgotten, But it all came back again To-night with the first spring thunder In a rush of rain. I remembered a darkened doorway Where we stood while the storm swept by, Thunder gripping the earth […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Miracles. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Miracles Each time that I switch on the light A Miracle it seems to me That I should rediscover sight And banish dark so utterly. One moment I am bleakly blind, The next–exultant life I find. Below the sable of the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Cross. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Cross I wrote a poem to the moon But no one noticed it; Although I hoped that late or soon Someone would praise a bit Its purity and grace forlone, Its beauty tulip-cool… But as my poem died still-born, I felt […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Dorking. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Dorking, Who bought a large bonnet for walking; But its colour and size, So bedazzled her eyes, That she very soon went back to Dorking. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Noctambule. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Noctambule Zut! it’s two o’clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack the chairs, Pile them on the tables; Let us to our lairs Underneath the gables. Up the old Boul’ Mich’ […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Patches. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Patches Mother focused with a frown The part of me where I sit down. Said she: “Your pants are wearing through; Let me sew on a patch for you.” And so she did,–of azure blue. My britches were of sober grey, And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Old Bob. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Old Bob I guess folks think I’m mighty dumb Since Jack and Jim and Joe Have hit the trail to Kingdom Come And left me here below: Since Death, the bastard, bowled them out, And left me faced with–Doubt. My pals […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Poor Poet. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Poor Poet ‘A man should write to please himself,’ He proudly said. Well, see his poems on the shelf, Dusty, unread. When he came to my shop each day, So peaked and cold, I’d sneak one of his books away And […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Fountain. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Fountain OH in the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart Of a satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred– Only the great white moon In the […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. May. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) May THE wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that […]
English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. Song. Бейард Тейлор.
Bayard Taylor (Бейард Тейлор) Song NOW the days are brief and drear: Naked lies the new-born Year In his cradle of the snow, And the winds unbridled blow, And the skies hang dark and low, – For the Summers come and go. Leave the clashing cymbals mute! […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. Loulou and Her Cat. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) Loulou and Her Cat GOOD pastry is vended In Cité Fadette; Maison Pons can make splendid Brioche and galette. M’sieu Pons is so fat that He’s laid on the shelf; Madame had a Cat, that Was fat as herself. Long hair, soft […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. A Terrible Infant. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) A Terrible Infant I RECOLLECT a nurse call’d Ann Who carried me about the grass, And one fine day a fine young man Came up and kiss’d the pretty lass. She did not make the least objection! Thinks I, “Aha! When I can talk […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. Piccadilly. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) Piccadilly “Often, when I have felt a weariness or distaste at home, have I rushed out into her crowded Strand, and fed my humour till tears have wetted my cheek for unutterable sympathies with the multitudinous moving picture; * * nursed amid her […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of stuff. Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few find him pleasant enough. His mind is concrete and fastidious, His nose is remarkably big; His visage is […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Pretty Lady. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Pretty Lady He asked the lady in the train If he might smoke: she smiled consent. So lighting his cigar and fain To talk he puffed away content, Reflecting: how delightful are Fair dame and fine cigar. Then from his […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Shorter Catechism. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Shorter Catechism I burned my fingers on the stove And wept with bitterness; But poor old Auntie Maggie strove To comfort my distress. Said she: ‘Think, lassie, how you’ll burn Like any wicked besom In fires of hell if you don’t […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Squaw Man. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Squaw Man The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver’s overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee stars the vivid sward with russet, red and gold, And in the velvet gloom the fire’s a-gleam. The night […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Tipperary Days. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Tipperary Days Oh, weren’t they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; Fighting-fit and mirth-mad, music in the feet of them, Swinging on to glory and the wrath out there. Laughing by […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Toledo. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Toledo Three widows of the Middle West We’re grimly chewing gum; The Lido chef a quail had dressed With garlic and with rum, And they were painfully oppressed For they had eaten some. Said One: “This famed El Greco guy Gives […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Unforgotten. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Unforgotten I know a garden where the lilies gleam, And one who lingers in the sunshine there; She is than white-stoled lily far more fair, And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream! I know a garret, cold and dark and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Visibility. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Visibility Because my eyes were none to bright Strong spectacles I bought, And lo! there sprang into my sight A life beyond my thought: A world of wonder and delight My magic lenses brought. Aye, sudden leaping in my sight The […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Wounded. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Wounded Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent job and earned my pay; Was averagely happy, I’ll be bound. Ay, in my little groove I was content, Seeing my […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Young Mother. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Young Mother Her baby was so full of glee, And through the day It laughed and babbled on her knee In happy play. It pulled her hair all out of curl With noisy joy; So peppy she was glad her girl Was […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Wonders about Himself. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Wonders about Himself No use hoping, or feeling vext, Tugged by a force above or under Like some fantocine, much I wonder What I shall find me doing next! Shall I be rushing where bright eyes be? Shall I be suffering […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. Walking With God. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) Walking With God (Genesis, v.24) Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Fears His Good Fortune. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Fears His Good Fortune There was a glorious time At an epoch of my prime; Mornings beryl-bespread, And evenings golden-red; Nothing gray: And in my heart I said, ‘However this chanced to be, It is too full for me, Too rare, too […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Man with a Past. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Man with a Past There was merry-making When the first dart fell As a heralding, – Till grinned the fully bared thing, And froze like a spell – Like a spell. Innocent was she, Innocent was I, Too simple we! Before […]