English Poetry. George Sterling. Christmas Under Arms. Джордж Стерлинг.
George Sterling (Джордж Стерлинг) Christmas Under Arms BY THE star that led kings to His feet in the night of His birth, Put ye no trust in kings not the mighty ones of the earth! Put ye no trust in prayer nor abase ye unto the Past— By […]
English Poetry. George Sterling. Night on the Mountain. Джордж Стерлинг.
George Sterling (Джордж Стерлинг) Night on the Mountain THE fog has risen from the sea and crowned The dark, untrodden summits of the coast, Where roams a voice, in canyons uttermost, From midnight waters vibrant and profound. High on each granite altar dies the sound, Deep as the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Poor Peter. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Бедный Питер
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Poor Peter Blind Peter Piper used to play All up and down the city; I’d often meet him on my way, And throw a coin for pity. But all amid his sparkling tones His ear was quick as any To catch upon […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Outlaw. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Объявленный вне закона
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Outlaw A wild and woeful race he ran Of lust and sin by land and sea; Until, abhorred of God and man, They swung him from the gallows—tree. And then he climbed the Starry Stair, And dumb and naked and alone, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Fi-Fi in Bed. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Фи-Фи в кроватке
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Fi-Fi in Bed Up into the sky I stare; All the little stars I see; And I know that God is there O, how lonely He must be! Me, I laugh and leap all day, Till my head begins to nod; […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. The Orphan’s Song. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) The Orphan’s Song I had a little bird, I took it from the nest; I prest it, and blest it, And nurst it in my breast. I set it on the ground, I danced round and round, And sang about it […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Job. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Моё дельце
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Job I’ve got a little job on ‘and, the time is drawin’ nigh; At seven by the Captain’s watch I’m due to go and do it; I wants to ‘ave it nice and neat, and pleasin’ to the eye, And I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Foe. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Мой враг
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Foe A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks: - GURR! You ‘cochon’! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed race, Turn and meet me face to face! Here amid the wreck and rout Let us grip and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Stretcher-Bearer. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Санитар
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Stretcher-Bearer My stretcher is one scarlet stain, And as I tries to scrape it clean, I tell you wot — I’m sick with pain For all I’ve ‘eard, for all I’ve seen; Around me is the ‘ellish night, And as the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. I Have no Doubt at all the Devil Grins. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Я чернил моря проливаю не зря
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) * * * I have no doubt at all the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my “literary” sins — The other kind doing matter. Перевод на русский язык * * * Я чернил моря […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Prisoner. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Мой пленный
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Prisoner We was in a crump—’ole, ‘im and me; Fightin’ wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin’ ‘ard as ’ell we was, Fightin’ fierce as fire because It was ‘im or me as must be downed; ’E was twice as big as […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Old Armchair. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Старое кресло
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Old Armchair In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr Grandfather’s father would repair With Bobby Burns, a drouthy pair, The glass to clink; And oftenwhiles, when not too “fou,” They’d roar a bawdy stave or two, From midnight muk to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Test. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Испытание
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Test Sometimes a bit of rhyme I see In magazine or book That makes such fond appeal to me Its flaws I overlook; It may be just a simple lay, Yet humanly so pat, That […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Resignation. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Покорность судьбе
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Resignation I’d hate to be centipede (of legs I’ve only two), For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I do), The bill would come to such a lot ‘twould tax an Astorbilt, Or else I’d have to turn a Scot […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Madam La Maquise. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Госпожа Маркиза
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Madam La Maquise Said Hongray de la Glaciere unto his proud Papa: “I want to take a wife mon Père,” The Marquis laughed: “Ha! Ha! And whose, my son?” he slyly said; but Hongray with a frown Cried, “Fi! Papa, I mean […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. In a City Garden. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) In a City Garden HOW strange that here is nothing as it was! The sward is young and new, The sod there shapes a different mass, The random trees stand other than I knew. No, here the Past has left no residue, No aftermath! […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. The Sailor’s Return. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) The Sailor’s Return This morn I lay a-dreaming, This morn, this merry morn, When the cock crew shrill from over the hill, I heard a bugle horn. And thro’ the dream I was dreaming, There sighed the sigh of the sea, […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. The Little Vagabond. Уильям Блейк. Песни опыта. Маленький бродяжка
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. The Little Vagabond Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold, But the ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm; Besides I can tell where I am used well, Such usage in Heaven will never do well. But if at […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. On Some Shells Found Inland. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) On Some Shells Found Inland THESE are my murmur-laden shells that keep A fresh voice tho’ the years be very gray. The wave that washed their lips and tuned their lay Is gone, gone with the faded ocean sweep, The royal tide, gray ebb […]
English Poetry. George Sterling. The Aeroplane. Джордж Стерлинг.
George Sterling (Джордж Стерлинг) The Aeroplane AFAR and high, on wings that feared no wind, The intrepid dragon of espial flew, Unseen at last within the housing blue, And o’er dim provinces at last inclined, Stared from the pinnacles of noon to find The plan and purpose of […]
English Poetry. George Sterling. Aldebaran at Dusk. Джордж Стерлинг.
George Sterling (Джордж Стерлинг) Aldebaran at Dusk THOU art the star for which all evening waits— O star of peace, come tenderly and soon! As for the drowsy and enchanted moon, She dreams in silver at the eastern gates Ere yet she brim with light the blue estates […]
English Poetry. George Sterling. To Ambrose Bierce. Джордж Стерлинг.
George Sterling (Джордж Стерлинг) To Ambrose Bierce MASTER, when worms have had their will of thee, And thou art but a voice along the years— A star in the companionship of spheres That are Fame’s firmament—may God decree That song and song’s hostilities shall be A sword within […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Before Meeting. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Before Meeting I know not how our eyes first met, I only know that, night by night, For one long instant we forget All but our instant of delight. Child, I have never heard you speak, I know not of your […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. At Seventeen. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) At Seventeen You were a child, and liked me, yesterday. To-day you are a woman, and perhaps Those softer eyes betoken the sweet lapse Of liking into loving: who shall say? Only I know that there can be for us No liking […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. A Winter’s Night. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) A Winter’s Night The pale moon shining from a pallid sky Lit half the street, and over half she laid Her folded mantle; through the dark-browed shade White windows glittered, each a watchful eye. The dim wet pavement lit irregularly With shimmering […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Her Eyes Say Yes. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) * * * Her eyes say Yes, her lips say No. Ah, tell me, Love, when she denies, Shall I believe the lips or eyes? Bid eyes no more dissemble, Or lips too tremble The way her heart would go! Love […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Modern Beauty. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Modern Beauty I am the torch, she saith, and what to me If the moth die of me? I am the flame Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame. But live with […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. On the Stage. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) On the Stage Lights, in a multi-coloured mist, From indigo to amethyst, A whirling mist of multi-coloured lights; And after, wigs and tights, Then faces, then a glimpse of profiles, then Eyes, and a mist again; And rouge, and always tights, and […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. Woe Is Me. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) Woe Is Me Far in the cradling sky, Dawn opes his baby eye, Then I awake and cry, Woe is me! Morn, the young hunter gay, Chases the shadows gray, Then I go forth and say, Woe is me! […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Satiety. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Satiety I have outlived my life, and linger on, Knowing myself the ghost of one that was. Come, kindly death, and let my flesh (being grass) Nourish some beast’s sad life when I am gone. What joy is left in all I […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. The Abandoned. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) The Abandoned The moonlight touched the sombre waters white. Beneath the bridge ’twas darker. Was she cold? She shivered. Her poor shawl was worn and old, And she was desolate, and it was night. The slow canal crept onward; to her sight […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. The Last Memory. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) The Last Memory When I am old, and think of the old days, And warm my hands before a little blaze, Having forgotten love, hope, fear, desire, I shall see, smiling out of the pale fire, One face, mysterious and exquisite; And […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Toys. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Toys I have laid you away as we lay The toys of a little dead child, You know you are safe in my heart; You know I have set you apart In my heart, and hid you away, Because joy that prattled […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. On Certain Elizabethan Revivals. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) On Certain Elizabethan Revivals O RUFF-EMBASTIONED vast Elizabeth, Bush to these bushel-bellied casks of wine, Home-growth, ’tis true, but rank as turpentine— What would we with such skittle-plays at death? Say, must we watch these brawlers’ brandished lathe, Or to their reeking […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Hidden Harmony. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) Hidden Harmony THE thoughts in me are very calm and high That think upon your love: yet by your leave You shall not greatly marvel that this eve Or nightfall—yet scarce nightfall—the strong sky Leaves me thus sad. Now if you ask […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. A Sea-Spell. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) A Sea-Spell (For one of his own pictures) Her lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree, While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell Between its chords; and as the wild notes swell, The sea-bird for those branches leaves the sea. But to […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Ashore at Dover. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) Ashore at Dover On landing, the first voice one hears is from An English police-constable; a man Respectful, conscious that at need he can Enforce respect. Our custom-house at home Strict too, but quiet. Not the foul-mouthed scum Of passport-mongers who in […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The Song of the Bower. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The Song of the Bower SAY, is it day, is it dusk in thy bower, Thou whom I long for, who longest for me? Oh! be it light, be it night, ’tis Love’s hour, Love’s that is fettered as Love’s that is […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Wellington’s Funeral. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) Wellington’s Funeral 18th November 1852 “VICTORY!” So once more the cry must be. Duteous mourning we fulfil In God’s name; but by God’s will, Doubt not, the last word is still “Victory!” Funeral, In the music round this pall, Solemn grief […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. Tommy’s Dead. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) Tommy’s Dead YOU may give over plough, boys, You may take the gear to the stead, All the sweat o’ your brow, boys, Will never get beer and bread. The seed’s waste, I know, boys, There’s not a blade will grow, boys, […]