Стихи англоязычных поэтов с переводом на русский язык

Под этой рубрикой публикуются стихи англоязычных поэтов на английском языке с переводом на русский язык.
Чтобы ознакомиться с полным списком стихов, опубликованных в этой рубрике, посетите страницу ‘Стихи. Переводы с английского языка на русский.’

Edith Matilda Thomas «Babushka»

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Что знают иностранцы, но не знают русские про Русский новый год Для жителей Западной Европы и США одна из самых известных историй о Рождестве в России — это история Бабушки. Мало кто в США и Западной Европе знает о Снегурочке и Деде Морозе. Но многие убеждены, что вместо Деда Мороза к русским ребятишкам приходит некая Бабушка. Её так и зовут Бабушка с ударением на втором слоге. 🙂 Она известна тем, что приютила у себя в избе трёх Волхвов с Востока, которые через Россию (!) шли в Вифлеем поклониться младенцу Иисусу. Начало этому мифу положила Эдит Матильда Томас в 1907 г. … Читать далее →

Christina Rossetti «Echo»

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Echo 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, O memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again tho’ cold in … Читать далее →

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “To William E. Channing”

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To William E. Channing The pages of thy book I read, And as I closed each one, My heart, responding, ever said, «Servant of God! well done!» Well done! Thy words are great and bold; At times they seem to me, Like Luther’s, in the days of old, Half-battles for the free. Go on, until this land revokes The old and chartered Lie, The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes Insult humanity. A voice is ever at thy side Speaking in tones of might, Like the prophetic voice, that cried To John in Patmos, «Write!» Write! and tell out this … Читать далее →

Christina Rossetti «A Prodigal Son»

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A Prodigal Son DOES that lamp still burn in my Father’s house, Which he kindled the night I went away? I turned once beneath the cedar boughs, And marked it gleam with a golden ray; Did he think to light me home some day? Hungry here with the crunching swine, Hungry harvest have I to reap; In a dream I count my Father’s kine, I hear the tinkling bells of his sheep I watch his lambs that browse and leap. There is plenty of bread at home, His servants have bread enough and to spare; The purple wine-fat froths with … Читать далее →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «If Still Your Orchards Bear»

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If Still Your Orchards Bear Brother, that breathe the August air Ten thousand years from now, And smell—if still your orchards bear Tart apples on the bough— The early windfall under the tree, And see the red fruit shine, I cannot think your thoughts will be Much different from mine. Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadow of the trees, — Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still … Читать далее →

John Greenleaf Whittier «My Playmate»

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My Playmate THE PINES were dark on Ramoth hill, Their song was soft and low; The blossoms in the sweet May wind Were falling like the snow. The blossoms drifted at our feet, The orchard birds sang clear; The sweetest and the saddest day It seemed of all the year. For, more to me than birds or flowers, My playmate left her home, And took with her the laughing spring, The music and the bloom. She kissed the lips of kith and kin, She laid her hand in mine What more could ask the bashful boy Who fed her father’s … Читать далее →

Christina Rossetti «After Death»

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After Death The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay, Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept. He leaned above me, thinking that I slept And could not hear him; but I heard him say, ‘Poor child, poor child’: and as he turned away Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept. He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold That hid my face, or take my hand in his, Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my head: He did not … Читать далее →