Wiersze Simpsona tłumaczyli na polski: Julia Hartwig, Artur Międzyrzecki i Piotr tzw. nurtu konfesyjnego, którego głównym reprezentantem był Ezra Pound. Wiersze. Poniżej przedstawiamy niepowtarzalny zbiór wierszy po angielsku. Czytaj i komentuj. Ezra Pound- Ballad for Gloom Ezra Pound – The Return. Wiersze – Robert Frost . Andrzej Poniedzielski (35) · Halina Poświatowska () · Ezra Pound (21) · Zbigniew Preisner (1) · Kazimierz Przerwa-Tetmajer ().
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It’s out of style to remember them, but you do, the faces and the names; they’re part of the landscape, stony, permanent, carved on the face of the past: Od lutego roku pracuje na stanowisku profesora literatury angielskiej na Uniwersytecie w Sheffield.
And then we noticed the pear tree. Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forest of the night: In the freezing dawn She dragged a web just as light across her skin, Veiling herself for good, and she slept on. John Keats-La belle dame sans merci. I believed it wasn’t right. William James Dawson – Inspirations. So what shall we do with the not dead and all of his kind?
You had that rusty old car And me I had nothing better wiefsze do. If you imagine, friend, that I do not have those black serpents in the pit of my body, that I am not crushed in fragments by the tough butterfly wing broken and crumpled like a pounc silk stocking, if you imagine that my body is not blackened burned wood, then you imagine a false woman.
Your train is leaving the station like a labrador scratching at fleas. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water Et, O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole! And I wonder how they should have been together! Light seems to break on the delicate edelweiss pin, carved in two colors of wood. Their cliff is as full as a hive.
This is infamy; this is Geryon.
Wiersze – Robert Frost
I called it sweet, and made believe I cried; The stupid fool! They both got up and left the hall. Rome where Francesco Was at work during the Sack: A path goes past the bins, the kitchen door, Switches to a gravel walk by the windows Lit softly above the privet hedge. My mother is a pimp. And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
As the black cat with its rich fur stretched and gliding smoothly down the tree trunks.
All things happen On its balcony and are resumed within, But the action is the cold, syrupy flow Of a pageant. Wash Wash man out of the earth; shear off The human shell.
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I watch it bump against each window. Juozapas rated it really liked it Nov 14, They were already naked on the bed.
The reeds are heavy; bent; and the bamboos speak as if weeping. State by creating riches shd. All the pear tree leaves go shimmer, all at once.
This is the night when one of us gets to say, as if it were news, that no two snowflakes are ever alike; the night when each of us remembers something snowier.
I remem- ber standing with him up- stairs, in the clubhouse, how I checked his body out. Frances Bannerman-An Upper Chamber. She touched me there, you know, courteously, with oil like myrrh; soon after she had given me life she gave me pleasure, which gave her pleasure, maybe it felt to her fingertip like the complex, clean knot of her Firegirls tie-clasp. White bodies naked on the low damp ground And bones cast in a little low dry garret, Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year.
This could have been our paradise: Each person Has one big theory to explain the universe But it doesn’t tell the whole story And in the end it is what is outside him That matters, to him and especially to us Who have been given no help whatever In decoding our own man-size quotient and must rely On second-hand knowledge. The surface Of the mirror being convex, the distance increases Significantly; that is, enough to make the point That the soul is a captive, treated humanely, kept In suspension, unable to advance much farther Than your look as it intercepts the picture.
I tiptoed into the living room, hoping to get a manuscript that was on the piano and to get out again without waking her up.
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They smelt of woodsmoke, of October, your own smell was there too. My people are not here, my mother and father. And we realize this only at a point where they lapse Like a wave breaking on a rock, giving up Its shape in a gesture which expresses that shape.
I will bring you the beauty of weirsze