Стихи и рассказы в категории Summer. Читать онлайн

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,…

Several weeks ago I discovered a photograph of my mother
sitting in the sun, her face flushed as with achievement or triumph.

Open the window, and let the air
Freshly blow upon face and hair,
And fill the room, as it fills the night,
With the breath of the rain's sweet might.…

THE clouds grow clear, the pine-wood glooms and stills
With brown reflections in the silent bay,
And far beyond the pale blue-misted hills
The rose and purple evening dreams away.…

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.I have to go to bed and see…

SOME flowers are withered and some joys have died;
The garden reeks with an East Indian scent
From beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent;
The white heat pales the skies from side to side;…

SILENCE again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects' aimless industry.…

I can’t undress from the pressure of leaves,
the lobed edges leaning toward the window
like an unwanted male gaze on the backside,
(they wish to bless and bless and hush).

Dis is gospel weathah sho'--
Hills is sawt o' hazy.
Meddahs level ez a flo'
Callin' to de lazy.…

Огромно солнце, круглый год
По небесам оно идёт.
Щедрей дождя его лучи
На нас струятся, горячи.Мы спустим штору на окно,…

When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,
And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,
Short is the doubtful empire of the Night;
And soon, observant of approaching Day,…

’Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue;
When wide warm fields are glad with corn as green as ever grew,
And upland growths of wattles engolden all the view.
Oh! Is there conscious joyance in that heven so clearly blue?…

1 SUMMER
Verse 1
Golden light upon the shore
I don't need to ask for more