Category Archives: Poetry

Hlas noci

…from the quills of the dead white poets Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) Město tě volá, odbojného syna, ó slyš. Ať kladivo jsi, nebo kovadlina, ty zníš. Odvěká píseň, boj a věčné drama hrá v tmách, a tvoje duše žíti … Continue reading

Posted in Czech, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

I Am He that Aches with Love

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   I am he that aches with amorous love; Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter? So the body of me to … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Beast and Man in India

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) They killed a Child to please the Gods In Earth’s young penitence, And I have bled in that Babe’s stead Because of innocence. I bear the sins … Continue reading

Posted in History, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

No Labor

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) No Labor-Saving Machine Nor discovery have I made, Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library, Nor … Continue reading

Posted in America, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

“I Had Not Tried the Wine…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Osip Mandelshtam 1891 -1938 I had not tried the wine that ancients made, And had not heard of Ossian’s old tune; So why, on earth, I seem to see the glade, And, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Mým snem jsi prošla

…from the quills of the dead white poets Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) Mým snem jsi prošla, jako zjevení alejí tmavou v půlnoci jde tiše. A skoupý vínek černé zeleni, jehož celovat chtěl čelo tvé i vlas, jež vadne, chřadne, … Continue reading

Posted in Czech, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Sea Dreams

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Fabulists

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) “The Vortex”–A Diversity of Creatures When all the world would keep a matter hid, Since Truth is seldom Friend to any crowd, Men write in fable, as … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Zem?

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Sen rozkládá se za světem, za hvězdou hvězda, když půlnoc se tmí, a mezi nimi je jeden, krouží kolem bílého slunce, a let jeho hudbou tajemné radosti hřmí, … Continue reading

Posted in Czech, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The City of Sleep

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) (“The Brushwood Boy” — The Day’s Work) Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams, Know ye the road to the Merciful Town … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

A Dream Within a Dream

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) 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 … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Thought

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships and the like; (To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them, except as … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Čisté jitro

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Když za jitra, snů množstvím zemdleni, jsme vyšli do zahrad, zem celou, jako duši svou, jsme zřeli v ohni rozkvétat; i ptali jsme se větrů, vod a stromů, … Continue reading

Posted in Czech, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Laws for Creations

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Laws for Creations, For strong artists and leaders, for fresh broods of teachers and perfect literats for America, For noble savants and coming musicians. All must … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Lost Love

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) (From “In Memoriam”) I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods; … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The American Rebellion

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1776 Before Twas not while England’s sword unsheathed Put half a world to flight, Nor while their new-built cities breathed Secure behind her might; Not while she … Continue reading

Posted in America, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Birds of Passage

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the realms Of the shadowy elms A … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Konečně je to možná věc

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Konečně je to možná věc, že ještě něčím budu. Do Afriky se vypravím dobývat zlatou rudu. A nebude-li ze mne nic, co tulák bez profese budu se s … Continue reading

Posted in Czech, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

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

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

“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

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | 2 Comments