English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Wait. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Wait The universe was stirred as by an unseen Force, Planets upon their orbits slackened speed, and even hurrying comets on their course Paused, peering through the vastnesses of space, And listened curiously. The imperturbable, calm face Of Father Time displayed an […]

English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 23.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.

Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 23.1 Life’s gaudier vanities shunned, or banned, the world Escaped from; passion dignified; some talk Of fable and of cabala, mystic lore; War, actual earth regarded, heaven’s reproach Unanswerable, ‘gainst man; the fruitful claims Of friendship in abeyance long, restored; […]

English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 2. Исаак Уоттс.

Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 2 The deity and humanity of Christ. John 1:1,3,14; Col. 1:16. Ere the blue heav’ns were stretched abroad, From everlasting was the Word: With God he was; the Word was God, And must divinely be adored. By his own power […]

Английская поэзия. Редьярд Киплинг. «Расходы и поступления». (1919-1926). 9. Джейн выходит замуж. Rudyard Kipling. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 9. Jane’s Marriage

Редьярд Киплинг (Rudyard Kipling) «Расходы и поступления». (1919-1926). 9. Джейн выходит замуж Попала Джейн, – Джейн О́стин, – в Рай, И это справедливо. И в кресло деву усадил Сэр Вальтер хлопотливо.1 И дон испанский Мигуэ́ль,2 А также Генри с То́би,3 А также сэр Вильям Шекспир […]

Английская поэзия. Айзек Розенберг. Дочери войны. Isaac Rosenberg. Daughters of War

Айзек Розенберг (Isaac Rosenberg) Дочери войны Румяная свобода рук и ног – Расхристанная пляска духа с плотью, Где корни Древа Жизни. (Есть сторона обратная вещей, Что скрыта от мудрейших глаз земли.) Я наблюдал мистические пляски Прекрасных дочерей прошедшей битвы: Они из окровавленного тела Наивную выманивали душу, Чтоб […]

Английская поэзия. Перси Биши Шелли. Тень Ада. Percy Bysshe Shelley. Satan Broken Loose

Перси Биши Шелли (Percy Bysshe Shelley) Тень Ада Прекрасный ангел златокрылый Пред троном Судии предстал: Стопы и длани кровь багрила, Взор обезумевший блуждал. Он известил Отца и Сына, Что бытия мрачна картина, Что Сатана освобожден И что несметный легион Бесов пустил по свету он… Он смолк – и […]

You’re by Sylvia Plath

Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark, as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July to All Fools’ Day, O high-riser, my little loaf. Vague as […]

Yaddo : The Grand Manor by Sylvia Plath

Woodsmoke and a distant loudspeaker Filter into this clear Air, and blur. The red tomato’s in, the green bean; The cook lugs a pumpkin From the vine For pies. The fir tree’s thick with grackles. Gold carp loom in the pools. A wasp crawls Over windfalls to sip cider-juice. Guests in the studios Muse, compose. […]

Winter Landscape, With Rooks by Sylvia Plath

Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The austere sun descends above the fen, an orange cyclops-eye, scorning to look longer on this landscape […]

Waking In Winter by Sylvia Plath

I can taste the tin of the sky — the real tin thing. Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves. All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations — An assembly-line of cut throats, and you and I Inching off in the gray Chevrolet, drinking the green […]

Two Views Of Withens by Sylvia Plath

Above whorled, spindling gorse, Sheepfoot-flattened grasses, Stone wall and ridgepole rise Prow-like through blurs Of fog in that hinterland few Hikers get to: Home of uncatchable Sage hen and spry rabbit, Where second wind, hip boot Help over hill And hill, and through peaty water. I found bare moor, A colorless weather, And the House […]

Two Sisters Of Persephone by Sylvia Plath

Two girls there are : within the house One sits; the other, without. Daylong a duet of shade and light Plays between these. In her dark wainscoted room The first works problems on A mathematical machine. Dry ticks mark time As she calculates each sum. At this barren enterprise Rat-shrewd go her squint eyes, Root-pale […]

Tinker Jack And The Tidy Wives by Sylvia Plath

‘Come lady, bring that pot Gone black of polish And whatever pan this mending master Should trim back to shape. I’ll correct each mar On silver dish, And shine that kettle of copper At your fireside Bright as blood. ‘Come lady, bring that face Fallen from luster. Time’s soot in bleared eye Can be made […]

The Trial Of A Man by Sylvia Plath

The ordinary milkman brought that dawn Of destiny, delivered to the door In square hermetic bottles, while the sun Ruled decree of doomsday on the floor. The morning paper clocked the headline hour You drank your coffee lke original sin, And at the jet-plane anger of God’s roar Got up to let the suave blue […]