Robert Frost

Robert Frost «The Vantage Point»

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The Vantage Point If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There amid lolling juniper reclined, Myself unseen, I see in white defined Far off the homes of men, and farther still The graves of men on an opposing hill, Living or dead, whichever are to mind. And if by noon I have too much of these, I have but to turn on my arm, and lo, The sunburned hillside sets my face aglow, My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze, … Читать далее →

Robert Frost «Wind and Window Flower»

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Стихотворение американского поэта Роберта Ли Фроста (1874 – 1963) «Ветер и цветок на окне» (Баллада о герани и буране) на английском и русском языках. Wind and Window Flower Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted down at noon, And the cagèd yellow bird Hung over her in tune, He marked her through the pane, He could not help but mark, And only passed her by, To come again at dark. He was a winter wind, Concerned with ice and snow, … Читать далее →

Robert Frost «My November Guest»

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Стихотворение Роберта Ли Фроста «Ноябрьская гостья» на английском языке и в трех переводах на русский язык. Му November Guest Му Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted gray Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so … Читать далее →

Robert Frost «October»

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Стихотворение американского поэта Роберта Фроста (1874 – 1963) «Октябрь» на английском и русском языках. October О hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. О hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far … Читать далее →

Robert Frost «Into My Own»

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Стихотворение Роберта Ли Фроста «Путь к себе» на английском языке и в трех переводах на русский язык. Into My Own One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not … Читать далее →

Robert Frost «A Winter Eden»

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Стихотворение американского поэта Роберта Фроста «Зимний рай» («A Winter Eden») на английском и русском языках. A Winter Eden 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 One level higher than the earth below, One level nearer heaven overhead, And last year’s berries shining scarlet red. It lifts a gaunt luxuriating beast Where he can stretch and hold his highest feat On some wild apple tree’s young tender … Читать далее →

Robert Lee Frost «Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening»

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Стихотворение Роберта Ли Фроста «Остановившись у леса снежным вечером» на английском языке и в 9-ти переводах на русский язык. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the … Читать далее →