Sara Teasdale Broadway This is the quiet hour; the theaters Hve gathered in their crowds, and steadly The million lights blaze on for few to see, Robbing the sky of stars that should be hers. A woman waits with bag and shabby furs, A somber man drifts by, and only …
Sara Teasdale Broadway This is the quiet hour; the theaters Hve gathered in their crowds, and steadly The million lights blaze on for few to see, Robbing the sky of stars that should be hers. A woman waits with bag and shabby furs, A somber man drifts by, and only …
Люблю грозу в начале мая, Когда весенний, первый гром, Как бы резвяся и играя, Грохочет в небе голубом. Гремят раскаты молодые, Вот дождик брызнул, пыль летит, Повисли перлы дождевые, И солнце нити золотит. С горы бежит поток проворный, В лесу не молкнет птичий гам, И гам лесной, и шум нагорный …
Sara Teasdale Union Square With the man I love who loves me not, I walked in the street lamps’ flare, We watched the world go home that night In a flood through Union Square/ I leaned to catch the word he said That were light as snowflake falling; Ah, well …
Walles Stevens The great figure Among the rain And light I saw a figure 5 In gold On a red fire truck Moving Tense Unheeded To gong clangs Siren howls And wheels rumbling Through the dark city Уоллес Стивенс Большая цифра Сияла цифра «5». Был дождь и фонари Бросая тусклый …
Walles Stevens The great figure Among the rain And light I saw a figure 5 In gold On a red fire truck Moving Tense Unheeded To gong clangs Siren howls And wheels rumbling Through the dark city Уоллес Стивенс Большая цифра Сияла цифра «5». Был дождь и фонари Бросая тусклый …
Walles Stevens Arrival ft the Waldorf Home from Guatemala, back at the Waldorf. This arrival in the wild country of the soul, All approaches gone, being completely there, Where the wild poem is a substitute For the woman one loves or ought to love, Jyf wild rhapsody a fake for …
Walles Stevens Arrival ft the Waldorf Home from Guatemala, back at the Waldorf. This arrival in the wild country of the soul, All approaches gone, being completely there, Where the wild poem is a substitute For the woman one loves or ought to love, Jyf wild rhapsody a fake for …
Heinrich Heine 1823 1. Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin, Ein Mmerchen aus uralten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn. Die Luft ist kuhl und es dunkelt, Und ruhig fliesst der Rhein; Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt, Im Abendsonnenschein. 2. Die schonste …
Amy Lowell The taxi When I am away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind Streets coming fast, one after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps …