Category Archives: Poetry

Carry on!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, And you’re mad with thrill and the glory; It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, And wallow in fields … Continue reading

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The Charge of the Light Brigade

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ‘Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the … Continue reading

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Noc byla. Usnout nemoh jsem.

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Noc byla. Usnout nemoh jsem. To z míry by jistě přivedlo i mudrce. – Škoda, že v mládí ztratil jsem skvost víry a nemohu si zaklít od srdce! … Continue reading

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An Old Man’s Thought of School

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   An old man’s thought of school, An old man gathering youthful memories and blooms that youth itself cannot. Now only do I know you, O fair … Continue reading

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Tommy

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.” The girls be’ind the bar … Continue reading

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A Christmas Greeting

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Welcome, Brazilian brother – thy ample place is ready; A loving hand – a smile from the north – a sunny instant hail! (Let the future care … Continue reading

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The Descendents Of Cain

…from the quills of the dead white poets Nikolay Gumilev (1886 – 1921) He did not lie – the ghost, so sad and thoughtful, That from a star took his name by a chance, When he had said, “Don’t fear … Continue reading

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The Roman Centurion’s Song

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300 Legate, I had the news last night –my cohort ordered home By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to … Continue reading

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All perished, All!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) “All perished, All!…” (1900) All perished, all! The sun, in flame and brilliance, As did it long before, the years’ circle fulfils. A sorrow grave deplores … Continue reading

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Silence

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter … Continue reading

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Přetékající pohár

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Já držím pohár ve své dlani. Je zpěněný a přetéká. Já držím pohár ve své dlani, jenž čeká na rty člověka. Jenž čeká, zdali víno jeho se do … Continue reading

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Dane-Geld

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation To call upon a neighbour and to say: – “We invaded you last night–we are quite … Continue reading

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Neděle

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Slunce umírá s večerem. Ve prachu zvířeném davy vesele proudí Praterem. Lid jednou v týdnu se baví. Čas nudný v hospodě zabíjím. Co venku je rušno a živo, … Continue reading

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“All Is Vanity, Saith the Preacher”

…from the quills of dead white poets Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) Fame, Wisdom, Love and Power were mine, And Health and Youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And lovely forms caressed me; I sunned my heart … Continue reading

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Sally in our Alley

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Carey (1687 – 1743) Of all the girls that are so smart There is none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. … Continue reading

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To Motorists

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Since ye distemper and defile Sweet Here by the measured mile, Nor aught on jocund highways heed Except the evidence of speed; And bear about your dreadful … Continue reading

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The Evening Star

… from the quills of dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) ‘Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro’ the light Of the brighter, cold moon, ‘Mid planets her … Continue reading

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Over hill over dale

… from the quills of dead white poets William Shakespeare ( 1564 – 1616 ) Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through briar, Over park, over pale, Through blood, through fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone’s sphere; … Continue reading

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Two suns are cooling

… from the quills of dead white poets Marina Tsvetaeva 1892 -1941 Two suns are cooling – O save me, God! The first – in heavens, the second – in heart. Will I have an excuse for that? – Both … Continue reading

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Od rána dřepěl jsem vesele

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Od rána dřepěl jsem vesele v hospodě při plné sklence. Se mnou seděli přátelé, ztracené existence. Kouřil jsem tabák laciný, z úst kouř jsem vypouštěl líně, při tom … Continue reading

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