English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Memorial Poem. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Memorial Poem WRITTEN FOR THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC, SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA, DECORATION DAY, 1881. THE sea-tides ebb and flow; The seasons come and go, Summer and sun succeed the cloud and snow, And April rain awakes the […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. The Captive of the White City. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) The Captive of the White City FLOWER of the foam of the waves Of the beautiful inland sea, — White as the foam that laves The ships of the Sea-Kings past, — Marvel of human hands, Wonderful, mystical, vast, The great White […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. In the Grand Cañon. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) In the Grand Cañon THE strongholds these of those strange, mighty gods Who walked the earth before man’s feeble race, And, passing hence to their unknown abodes In farther worlds, left here their awful trace. Turrets, and battlements, and toppling towers, That […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Helen Hunt Jackson. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Helen Hunt Jackson WHAT songs found voice upon those lips, What magic dwelt within the pen, Whose music into silence slips, Whose spell lives not again! For her the clamorous to-day The dreamful yesterday became; The brands upon dead hearths […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. California. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) California Was it the sigh and shiver of the leaves? Was it the murmer of the meadow brook, That in and out the reeds and water weeds Slipped silverly, and on their tremulous keys Uttered her many melodies? Or voice Of the […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. Sesostris. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) Sesostris Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings, He sits within the desert, carved in stone; Inscrutable, colossal, and alone, And ancienter than memory of things. Graved on his front the sacred beetle clings; Disdain sits on his lips; and in a […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 5. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 5 Said the high hill, in the morning: “Look on me— “Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold “The red flames on my peaks, and how my pines “Are cressets of pure gold; my quarried […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Insomnia. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) Insomnia Thin are the night-skirts left behind By daybreak hours that onward creep, And thin, alas! the shred of sleep That wavers with the spirit’s wind: But in half-dreams that shift and roll And still remember and forget, My soul this hour […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 2. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 2 The South Wind laid his moccasins aside, Broke his gay calumet of flow’rs, and cast His useless wampum, beaded with cool dews, Far from him, northward; his long, ruddy spear Flung sunward, whence it […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 7. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 7 Again rang out the music of the axe, And on the slope, as in his happy dreams, The home of Max with wealth of drooping vines On the rude walls; and in the trellis’d […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Whisperings in Wattle-Boughs. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Whisperings in Wattle-Boughs Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirr’d And rustled by the scented breath of spring; Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces that are thronging! Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering! Oh, tell […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. The Song of the Surf. Адам Линдсей Гордон. Песнь прибоя
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) The Song of the Surf White steeds of ocean, that leap with a hollow and wearisome roar On the bar of ironstone steep, not a fathom’s length from the shore, Is there never a seer nor sophist can interpret your wild refrain, […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Cui Bono. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Cui Bono Oh! wind that whistles o’er thorns and thistles, Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf; Why should he labour to help his neighbour Who feels too reckless to help himself? The wail of the breeze in the bending trees […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Never-Known. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Never-Known O Never-Known, it may be Never-to-Know, You are the murmur of colour in the East When upon twilit clouds faint ghosts of sunset Sigh from the Western rose-gardens. Or the thin rippled tune Of imperceptible Æolian harps Swept by a wind out […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 3. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 3 The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stood Square shoulder’d and peak roof’d upon a hill, With many windows looking everywhere; So that no distant meadow might lie hid, Nor corn-field hide its gold—nor […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Wild Hyacinth. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Wild Hyacinth Delicate tangle of beauty that flows from the bowl of the May-green wood Leading the lingering heart out of love in a transport to tremulous tears, When the West wind runs a luminous wave through your bells and your sensitive spears It […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight). Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight) About the house go terrible winds in flight, Out of the hiss and wash of sleepless seas Half-drowning voices scream wild messages Into the hungry belly of the night, And icy-breasted clouds conceal the white […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Summer. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Summer See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray’d, And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade. Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow’rs; […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Poplars at Night. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Poplars at Night There are no trees so eloquent with wind As poplars in the moon-mist of the dusk When like a spirit that has slipt the husk Among their heavenly crests its breath is thinned. Their talk is of such high strange […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Happy Shepherd. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Happy Shepherd (Old Love-Lilt) Hither when I see to stray Her pink dress With her flock round it prest As she were a rose in snow: Then my heart within my breast Like a lamb to and fro On a hill of […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 6. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 6 Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all. Dark matrix she, from which the human soul Has its last birth; whence, with its misty thews, Close-knitted in her blackness, issues out, Strong for immortal […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Dance-Ring. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Dance-Ring It was the middle of the spring I saw three girls dance in a ring. One was golden as the day, Around her neck bright tresses lay. One as hazel-nuts was brown And to her feet her hair fell down. […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Fogbound. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Fogbound Out of the fog-banks dank and yellow, As I groped like a soul alone, The shadow lurched of a drunken fellow, Blasphemous, ragged, and then was gone. Swift the shape of a stranger-woman– Soft-shod maidenhood? draggled quean? Only I know it was […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. 440 B.C.. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) 440 B.C. (Friday, September 24th, 1909) More than my sons that day my fathers were mighty within me! Walking the Past alone nothing I found there unknown. Time like a whirlwind blew where I stood by the Tree of the Ages: Boughs […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Double Beauty. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Double Beauty Love of the light compels the lark to sing And brims his tiny body with a spark; The nightingale draws music from a spring Out of the bosom of the belovèd dark; But on man’s twofold nature God has breathed The double […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. In Love’s House. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) In Love’s House Love the God at last has unclouded his eyes…. “Newcomer, what are these things that you bear unto me?” “Songs, the flower and fruit of my wondering heart, All the creating I have to offer to you.” “Nothing may […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Dream-Songs for the Belovèd. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Dream-Songs for the Belovèd I. They said it was a lone land, a land of many sorrows, Grey weeping waters and a strip of golden sand, Loss and desolation and the washing out of footsteps That dare to treat the narrow golden peril […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. To My Mother. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) To My Mother Unuttered songs fly round my thoughts like birds, And aerially, above an earth of words, Imagined music on my spirit showers From azure-feathered throat and golden tongue. Most dear, of the many songs I cannot sing Yours is the bird […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Veneta Marina. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Veneta Marina The masts rise white to the stars, White on the night of the sky, Out of the water’s night, And the stars lean down to them white. Ah! how the stars seem nigh; How far away are the stars! […]
English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. The Wandering Jew’s Soliloquy. Перси Биши Шелли. Монолог Вечного Жида
Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) The Wandering Jew’s Soliloquy Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells? Will not the lightning’s blast destroy my frame? Will not steel drink the blood-life […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Apollo in Pherae. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Apollo in Pherae Asklepios! dead son! Asklepios! I was a God. I am a God. I tend Admetos’ flocks upon the meek green earth, And sun-fires course in all the veins of me. I watch mild sheep a-browse in tame, sweet pastures Or […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 4. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 4 From his far wigwam sprang the strong North Wind And rush’d with war-cry down the steep ravines, And wrestl’d with the giants of the woods; And with his ice-club beat the swelling crests Of […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. The Helot. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) The Helot I. Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood; With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot herdsman stood. II. Quench’d the fierce Achean gaze, Dorian foemen paus’d before, Where […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 1. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 1 Max plac’d a ring on little Katie’s hand, A silver ring that he had beaten out From that same sacred coin—first well-priz’d wage For boyish labour, kept thro’ many years. “See, Kate,” he said, […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. How Deacon Fry Bought a “Duchess”. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) How Deacon Fry Bought a “Duchess” It sorter skeer’d the neighbours round, For of all the ‘tarnal set thet clutches Their dollars firm, he wus the boss; An’ yet he went and byed a “Duchess.” I never will forget the day He […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Gisli: The Chieftain. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Gisli: The Chieftain To the Goddess Lada prayed Gisli, holding high his spear Bound with buds of spring, and laughed All his heart to Lada’s ear. Damp his yellow beard with mead, Loud the harps clang’d thro the day; With bruised […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Late Loved – Well Loved. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Late Loved – Well Loved He stood beside her in the dawn (And she his Dawn and she his Spring), From her bright palm she fed her fawn, Her swift eyes chased the swallow’s wing: Her restless lips, smile-haunted, cast Shrill silver […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. “My Ain Bonnie Lass O’ the Glen”. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) “My Ain Bonnie Lass O’ the Glen” Ae blink o’ the bonnie new mune, Ay tinted as sune as she’s seen, Wad licht me to Meg frae the toun, Tho’ mony the brae-side between: Ae fuff o’ the saftest o’ win’s, As […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Old Spookses’ Pass. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Old Spookses’ Pass I. WE’D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an’ Tom, an’ me. Right smart at throwin’ a lariat Was them two fellers, as ever I see; An’ for ridin’ a broncho, or argyin’ […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. An Interregnum. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) An Interregnum LOUD trumpets blow among the naked pines, Fine spun as sere-cloth rent from royal dead. Seen ghostly thro’ high-lifted vagrant drifts, Shrill blaring, but no longer loud to moons Like a brown maid of Egypt stands the Earth, Her empty […]