Category Archives: Poetry

Loneliness

…from the quills of the dead white poets Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) 1830 It’s Hell for us to draw the fetters Of life in alienation, stiff. All people prefer to share gladness, And nobody – to share grief. As … Continue reading

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“That Time Of Year..”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) (From “Sonnets”, LXXIII) That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against … Continue reading

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Buddha at Kamakura

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1892 “And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura” O ye who tread the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, Be gentle when “the heathen” pray … Continue reading

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The Seafarer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941) 1923 Rock me down, o starry skiff! My head tired from waves, so stiff! Very long I look for abode, – My head tired from passions, hot: … Continue reading

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You felons on trial in courts

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) You felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain’d and handcuff’d with iron, Who am I too that I am not on … Continue reading

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Domove,domove…

…from the quills of the dead white poets Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) V divokou vřavu světa hlas domova se ozval zádumčivě. Pěšinkou, která nikdy nezaroste vyšel jsem hledat rodný dům. A topoly a lípa šuměly posud nad ztemnělou střechou, … Continue reading

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Beginning my studies

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, The least insect or animal, the senses,eyesight … Continue reading

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Teddy Bear

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes – do you wander why You’ve slept such a long, … Continue reading

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Po letech

…from the quills of the dead white poets Ivan Sabinov Děvčátko tichoučké s milýma očima až budeš po letech obracet tento list, až mládí uteče, jak horská bystřina, pak vzpomeň, kdo chtěl dát srdéčku kdysi jíst… Až vlásky zbělají, až … Continue reading

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The Means to attain a Happy Life

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Howard (c.1517 -1547) My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find; The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The … Continue reading

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Demaskovaná láska

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Dobře jsem jedl a dobře jsem pil navečer ve Pšorboji a v noci jsem se nasytil smyslnou láskou tvojí. Tvá malá ramena líbal jsem něžně znova a znova. … Continue reading

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To His Love (i)

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer, And tell me whereto can ye liken it: When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An hundred graces as in … Continue reading

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“I Know the Only Truth…”

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941) 1915 I know the only truth! The others – cast aside! There’s no need for the men of Earth to fight with others! Look, there’s the … Continue reading

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to my love

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) One day I wrote her name upon the sand But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came … Continue reading

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The Vagabond

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894) From Songs of Travel Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway night … Continue reading

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The Dismantled Ship

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay, On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore, An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done, After … Continue reading

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Večer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Fráňa Šrámek (1877 -1952) Přetiché ruce modřínů a tišší ještě tvář, v těch tichých rukách spočinu a zahledím se v tvář: Co bylo, už se jenom zdá, co zdálo se, je blíž, … Continue reading

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“No, Not with You…”

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) 1841 No, not with you I fell in love so fast, And not for me your beauty is succeeding; I love in you my suffering preceding, … Continue reading

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Večer

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Fráňa Šrámek (1877 -1952) Přetiché ruce modřínů a tišší ještě tvář, v těch tichých rukách spočinu a zahledím se v tvář: Co bylo, už se jenom zdá, co zdálo se, je … Continue reading

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England’s Answer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man. Flesh of the flesh … Continue reading

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