Дарить внимание им было не с руки,Тем двум, кому ошибки не прощались.Приютом были нам глухие уголки,Смотрели ангелами мы, озорники,Неверие в покинутость изобразить старались. In Neglect They leave us so to the way we took...

Мы стали на ветру.Но что там бледное, у кленов, вдалеке. Не призрак же?Был март, но мысль противилась ему,Поверить большему хотелось душе.И я сказал - "О, там цветы из Рая".Да, были райским те цветы сродни,Так белизна...

Мне пел когда-то шум ветров,Теперь я слышу низкий рев.Стою и дверь распахнута в мой кров,А взгляд скользит туда, с холмов,Где море пенит кромку берегов.День угасает, лета след пропал.На западе из мрачных туч клубится вал.Листва...

The Oven Bird There is a singer everyone has heard,Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.He says that leaves are old and that for flowers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.He...

An Old Man's Winter Night All out of doors looked darkly in at himThrough the thin frost, almost in separate stars,That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.What kept his eyes from giving back the gazeWas the lamp tilted near the...

MY NOVEMBER GUEST My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let m...

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth Then took the other, as just as fair, And having...

Tree at my windowTree at my window, window tree,My sash is lowered when night comes on;But let there never be curtain drawnBetween you and me. Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,And thing next most diffuse to cloud,N...

Tree at my windowTree at my window, window tree,My sash is lowered when night comes on;But let there never be curtain drawnBetween you and me. Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,And thing next most diffuse to cloud,N...

Robert Frost. ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the...