Стихи и рассказы в категории Winter. Читать онлайн

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WINTER EVENING.When mourn the dark Winds o'er the lonely plain,
And from pale noon sinks, ere the fifth cold hour,
The transient light, Imagination's power,
With Knowledge, and with Science in her train,…

Came the dread Archer up yonder lawn —
Night is the time for the old to die —
But woe for an arrow that smote the fawn,
When the hind that was sick unscathed went by.Father lay moaning, Her fault was sore…

IБыл ослепительный июньский день.
Тревожить воду ветру было лень.
На горизонте громоздились кучи
Плавучих гор - серебряные тучи.…

A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun and romp,
As near a paradise as it can be
And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.It lifts existence on a plane of snow…

(Triolet)Around the house the flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone
From holly and cotonea-aster
Around the house. The flakes fly! – faster…

Yon ridge of trees against the frosty east
Of Morn, how thin, how fine, how spiritualised
Their fringe of naked branches, and of twigs,
Distinct, though multitudinous and small!…

Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly

Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's decline
Of sharp December through my cottage pane
Dost lovely look, smiling, though in thy wane!
In thought, to scenes, serene and still as thine,…

O WINTER! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire…

Every valley drinks,
Every dell and hollow:
Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,
Green of Spring will follow.Yet a lapse of weeks…

The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,
Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,
Stretches his neck and claps his heavy wings,
Gives three hoarse crows, and glad his talk is done;…

I.Back shining from the pane, the fire
Seems outside in the snow:
So love set free from love's desire
Lights grief of long ago.The dark is thinned with snow-sheen fine,…

THE lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
The brook its frozen architecture makes,…

Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive
Leap off the rim of earth across the dome.
It is a night to make the heavens our home
More than the nest whereto apace we strive.…

Like the bloom on a grape is the evening air
And a first faint frost the wind has bound.
Yet the fear of his breath avails to scare
The withered leaves on the cold ground.For they huddle and whisper in phantom throngs,…

WHEN biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless bow’r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv’d glow’r,
Far south the lift,…

Зимою увидел я снежную гладь,
И снег попросил я со мной поиграть.
Играя, растаял в руках моих снег…
И вот мне Зима говорит: — Это грех!Перевод С.Я. Маршака…

Зимою солнце хочет спать,
Взойдёт, зайдёт и спит опять.
Висит на небе час один,
Как тёмно-красный апельсин.Проснусь, - кругом ещё темно,…

Взываю к вам, несчастные, нагие,
Несчастные всех титулов и званий,
Что терпят гнев безжалостного шторма!
Как голод ваш, как ваша бесприютность…

I.The sky has turned its heart away,
The earth its sorrow found;
The daisies turn from childhood's play,
And creep into the ground.The earth is black and cold and hard;…

NOW, with wild and windy roar,
Stalwart Winter comes once more,--
O'er our roof-tree thunders loud,
And from edges of black cloud…

It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,
Towards the end of the sunny month of June,
When the north wind congregates in crowds
The floating mountains of the silver clouds…

Over the still world, a bird calls
waking solitary among black boughs.
You wanted to be born; I let you be born.