قصائد أجنبية

,How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth !Stol’n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year

,Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir ,Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine ,With a cargo of ivory ,And apes and peacocks .Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine

You say you love; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself – While the chime-bell ringeth  !O love me truly

Give me your patience, sister, while I frame ;Exact in capitals your golden name Or sue the fair Apollo and he will Rouse from his heavy slumber and instill

,O soft embalmer of the still midnight ,Shutting, with careful fingers and benign ,Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light :Enshaded in forgetfulness divine

It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell .Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound

There was the summer. There ,Warm hours of leaf-lipped song .And dripping amber sweat O sweet to see

,I am two fools, I know For loving, and for saying so ;In whining poetry ,But where’s that wiseman, that would not be I

When my grave is broke up again ,Some second guest to entertain ,For graves have learn’d that woman head) (To be to more than one a bed

;The spring is coming by a many signs ,The trays are up, the hedges broken down That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines .Like some old antique fragment weathered brown

The morning road is thronged with merry boys ;Who seek the water for their Sunday joys

;Thou Winter, thou art keen, intensely keen ,Thy cutting frowns experience bids me know ,For in thy weather days and days I’ve been ,As grinning north-winds horribly did blow

,I loved thee, though I told thee not ,Right earlily and long ,Thou wert my joy in every spot .My theme in every song

She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window From over Leamington Spa

يكاد يكون من المؤكد أنّ القصيدة مبنية على فقدان جون بيتجمان لوالده مما يجعل الأمر أكثر إثارة للمشاعر، يحتوي مقطع القصيدة بالكامل تقريبًا على نمط ينعكس من خلاله الراوي بشكل إيجابي على الوقت الذي يقضيه مع والده ثم ينتهي بملاحظة قاسية وهو يصف حقيقة الموت.   ملخص قصيدة On A Portrait Of A Deaf Man […]

There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time& .Henry could not make good

I really thought that drinking here would Start a new chain, that the soft storms Would abate, and the horror stories, the ,Noises men make to frighten themselves

The soldiers came .and dropped their bombs The soldiers didn’t take long .to bring the forest down

,Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played ?The red crashing game of a fight ?Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid ?And who thinks he’d rather sit tight

What I love about love is its diagnosis What I hate about love is its prognosis What I hate about love is its me me me What I love about love is its Eat-me/Drink-me

The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold ,A lengthened tournament for flashing gold ,Passively darkens for night’s barbecue

,Twinkle, twinkle, little star !How I wonder what you are ,Up above the world so high .Like a diamond in the sky

,Seems lak to me de stars don’t shine so bright ,Seems lak to me de sun done loss his light ,Seems lak to me der’s nothin’ goin’ right .Sence you went away

,Eternities before the first-born day ,Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame ,Calm Night, the everlasting and the same .A brooding mother over chaos lay

Six humans trapped by happenstance .In bleak and bitter cold Each one possessed a stick of wood Or so the story’s told

Summer brings out the girls in their green dresses ,Whom the foolish might compare to daffodils ,Not seeing how a dead grandmother in each one governs her limbs ,Darkening the bright corolla, using her lips to speak through Or that a silver torque was woven out of .The roots of wet speargrass

.Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew ,It's the same when love comes to an end or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody

.I am spending my time imagining the worst that could happen I know this is not a good idea, and that being in love, I could be .spending my time going over the best that has been happening

Alaska's rape dismemberment disassembled piece by piece and shipped to the lower

Is there a name for that thing ?you do when you are young ,There must be a word for it in some language probably German, or if not just