Стихи и рассказы в категории Italy. Читать онлайн

Шёл новый год. Выбрасывали мебель
Из окон в итальянском шапито.
Зима росла, а вместе с нею — стебель
Киносюжетов, будто у Кокто.

PIANO DI SORRENTOFort, Fort, my beloved one,
Sit here by my side,
On my knees put up both little feet!
I was sure, if I tried,…

Long moments
Of clarity
Inside a concept
Of beauty,

Epode 1aI stood within the City disinterred;
And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls
Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard
The Mountain's slumberous voice at intervals…

O, RICHLY soiled and richly sunned,
Exuberant, fervid, and fecund!
Is this the fixed condition
On which may Northern pilgrim come,…

They stand between the mountains and the sea;
Awful memorials, but of whom we know not!
The seaman, passing, gazes from the deck.
The buffalo-driver, in his shaggy cloak,…

FAR to the right, where Apennine ascends,
Bright as the summer Italy extends.
Its uplands sloping deck the mountain’s side,
Woods over woods in gay theatric pride;…

It was St. Mary's Eve, and all poured forth
As to some grand solemnity. The fisher
Came from his islet, bringing o'er the waves
His wife and little one; the husbandman…

Raging
Alignments
Vernacular
Evenness

Three leagues from Padua stands, and long has stood
(The Paduan student knows it, honours it)
A lonely tomb beside a mountain-church;
And I arrived there as the sun declined…

I am in Rome! Oft as the morning-ray
Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,
Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me?
And from within a thrilling voice replies,…

'Tis morning. Let us wander through the fields,
Where Cimabue found a shepherd-boy
Tracing his idle fancies on the ground;
And let us from the top of Fiesole,…

'Twas night; the noise and bustle of the day
Were o'er. The mountebank no longer wrought
Miraculous cures -- he and his stage were gone;
And he who, when the crisis of his tale…

The song was one that I had heard before,
But where I knew not. It inclined to sadness;
And, turning round from the delicious fare
My landlord's little daughter Barbara…

IT was a well
Of whitest marble, white as from the quarry;
And richly wrought with many a high relief,
Greek sculpture--in some earlier day perhaps…

This house was Andrea Doria's. Here he lived;
And here at eve relaxing, when ashore,
Held many a pleasant, many a grave discourse
With them that sought him, walking to and fro…

Повержена, но преображена, —
Землей твоей шагают батальоны
До Сиракуз от северной Вероны, —
Опальная, но гордая жена.Былым богатством ты озарена,…

Как для ночей - зари явленье,
Как ветер северный - для туч,
Как быстрый бег землетрясенья -
Для задрожавших горных круч,…

There is a glorious City in the Sea.
The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets,
Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed
Clings to the marble of her palaces.…

Night was again descending, when my mule,
That all day long had climbed among the clouds,
Higher and higher still, as by a stair
Let down from heaven itself, transporting me,…

Incomparable Italy, farewell!
Tears not unmanly trespass to the eyes,
From thy soft touch and glance unspeakable
Compelled to turn and suffer other skies.…

'What hangs behind that curtain?'--'Wouldst thou learn?
If thou art wise, thou wouldst not. 'Tis by some
Believed to be His master-work, who looked
Beyond the grave, and on the chapel-wall,…

Boisterous
Ornamental
Listless
Outings

As the sunrise to the night,
As the north wind to the clouds,
As the earthquake's fiery flight,
Ruining mountain solitudes,…