Christina Georgina Rossetti

THE FLESH
"Sweet, thou art pale."
"More pale to see

Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda. – DanteOgni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore,
E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore. – PetrarcaI loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.…

Lo dì che han detto a' dolci amici addio. (Dante) Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! (Petrarch) Come back to me, who wait and watch for you: - Or come not yet, for it is over then,
And long it is before you come again,
So far…

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;…

There is one that has a head without an eye,
And there’s one that has eye without a head.
You may find the answer if you try;
And when all is said,…

Maiden May sat in her bower,
In her blush rose bower in flower,
Sweet of scent;
Sat and dreamed away an hour,…

The irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:—Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so
Thou too aloof bound with the flawless

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,

‘Ferry me across the water,
Do, boatman, do.’
‘If you've a penny in your purse
I'll ferry you.’…

I sat beneath a willow tree,
Where water falls and calls;
While fancies upon fancies solaced me,
Some true, and some were false.

Something this foggy day, a something which Is neither of this fog nor of today,
Has set me dreaming of the winds that play Past certain cliffs, along one certain beach,
And turn the topmost edge of waves to spray:
Ah pleasant…

What does the bee do?
Bring home honey.
And what does Father do?
Bring home money.…

January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;…

Плывут по рекам лодки,
по мòрю – корабли.
А облака по нèбу
плывут вдоль всей земли.…

A toadstool comes up in a night –
Learn the lesson, little folk: –
An oak grows on a hundred years,
But then it is an oak.

Тот светильник горит ли в отцовском доме,
Что отец возжигал в роковую ночь?
Ничего, оглянувшись, не видел, кроме
Золотого луча, летящего прочь.…

Если вдруг наденет хряк
Панталоны или фрак,
В нём узнаешь непременно
Истинного джентльмена.Хряк лишился вдруг хвоста –…

Какой у звёзд величественный вид!
Они – Господнее творенье.
Ни облачко до них не долетит,
Ни даже ветра дуновенье.Как будто зажжены они Творцом –…

The upland flocks grew starved and thinned:
Their shepherds scarce could feed the lambs
Whose milkless mothers butted them,
Or who were orphaned of their dams.…

Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,

Dancing on the hill-tops,
Singing in the valleys,
Laughing with the echoes,
Merry little Alice.Playing games with lambkins…

– Что, матрос, привёз на берег,
Проплывая между скал?
– Красно-белый, красно-белый
Удивительный коралл.…

Blind from my birth,
Where flowers are springing
I sit on earth
All dark.…

Morning and
Maids heard the goblins cry:"Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,