poetry

the archivist April 26, 2006

DREAMS Edgar Allen Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it […]

the archivist April 26, 2006

НАКАНУНЕ ГОДОВЩИНЫ 4 АВГУСТА 1864 г. Ф.И. Тютчев Вот бреду я вдоль большой дороги В тихом свете гаснущего дня, Тяжело мне, замирают ноги… Друг мой милый, видишь ли меня? Все темней, темнее над землею – Улетел последний отблеск дня… Вот тот мир, где жили мы с тобою, Ангел мой, ты видишь ли меня? Завтра день […]

the archivist April 24, 2006

THE BROOK Alfred, Lord Tennyson I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip’s […]

the archivist April 23, 2006

The Great Fires Jack Gilbert Love is apart from all things. Desire and excitement are nothing beside it. It is not the body that finds love. What leads us there is the body. What is not love provokes it. What is not love quenches it. Love lays hold of everything we know. The passions which […]

the archivist April 22, 2006

If I Could Tell You W.H. Auden Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say […]

the archivist April 22, 2006

Jenny Kissed Me Leigh Hunt Jenny kissed me when we met Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I’m weary, say I’m sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I’m growing old, but add – Jenny kissed […]

the archivist April 22, 2006

God’s World Edna St. Vincent Millay O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour!  That gaunt crag To crush!  To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, […]

the archivist April 22, 2006

Nuits de juin Victor Hugo L’été, lorsque le jour a fui, de fleurs couverte La plaine verse au loin un parfum enivrant ; Les yeux fermés, l’oreille aux rumeurs entrouverte, On ne dort qu’à demi d’un sommeil transparent. Les astres sont plus purs, l’ombre paraît meilleure ; Un vague demi-jour teint le dôme éternel ; […]

the archivist April 22, 2006

Lies about Love D.H. Lawrence We are all liars, because the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, whereas letters are fixed, and we live by the letter of truth. The love I feel for my friend, this year, is different from the love I felt last year. If it were not so, it would […]

the archivist April 22, 2006

Invocation Percy Bysshe Shelley Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a weary night and day ‘Tis since thou art fled away. How shall ever one like me Win thee back again? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain. […]