Родное (В.Орлов)

Я узнал, что у меня
Есть огpомная семья -
И тpопинка, и лесок,
В поле каждый колосок!

Речка, небо голубое -
Это все мое, pодное!
Это Родина моя!
Всех люблю на свете я!

Naughty little speckled trout ( Read more... )

"Putting in the Seed" was written by Robert Frost in 1916 and is part of the collection of his works "Mountain Interval". It is a raw dedication to fecundity and domesticity bound with love, composed in the classical sonnet style(tree quatraines concluded with a couplet ( Read more... )

I lie here thinking of you:---

the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branched the lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky!
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb
spoiling the colors
of the whole world-

you far off there under
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The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist,
lies between me and my book;
And the South Wind, washing through the room,
Makes the candles quiver.
My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,
And I am uneasy with the thrusting of
green shoots
Outside, in the night.

Why are you not here to overpower me with your
tense and urgent love?

 
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies -
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
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