Lines For A Sun-Dial

Часть II. Ветер потоками мрака хлестал по верхушкам крон, Луна в облаках мелькала, как призрачный галион. Дорога змеёй серебрилась на лоне пурпурных болот,…

Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake? Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake, Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn, Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves…

(Written after entering New York Harbor at Daybreak)Up the vast harbor with the morning sun The ship swept in from sea; Gigantic towers arose, the night was done, And--there stood Liberty.Silent, the great torch lifted in one hand,…

(After a glimpse of a certain monument in New York, during the Victory Celebration)The thousand-windowed towers were all alight. Throngs of all nations filled that glittering way; And, rich with dreams of the approaching day,…

I.There is one road, one only, to the Light: A narrow way, but Freedom walks therein; A straight, firm road through Chaos and old Night, And all these wandering Jack-o-Lents of Sin.It is the road of Law, where Pilate stays…

(An epistle from a narrow-minded old gentleman to a young artist of superior intellect and intense realism.)Your thoughts are for the poor and weak? Ah, no, the picturesque's your passion!…

[The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, “intellectual.”]Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,…

[Война многое изменит в искусстве и в жизни, и есть надежда, что изменятся и наши представления о том, что входит и что не входит…