Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)


Third Collection. Fall Time


The gather’d clouds, a-hangèn low,
 Do meäke the woody ridge look dim;
An’ raïn-vill’d streams do brisker flow,
 Arisèn higher to their brim.
In the tree, vrom lim’ to lim’,
   Leaves do drop
Vrom the top, all slowly down,
Yollow, to the gloomy groun’.

The rick’s a-tipp’d an’ weather-brown’d,
 An’ thatch’d wi’ zedge a-dried an’ dead;
An’ orcha’d apples, red half round,
 Have all a-happer’d down, a-shed
Underneath the trees’ wide head.
   Ladders long,
Rong by rong, to clim’ the tall
Trees, be hung upon the wall.

The crumpled leaves be now a-shed
 In mornèn winds a-blowèn keen;
When they wer green the moss wer dead,
 Now they be dead the moss is green.
Low the evenèn zun do sheen
   By the boughs,
Where the cows do swing their taïls
Over the merry milkers’ païls.



William Barnes's other poems:
  1. Second Collection. Day’s Work a-done
  2. Second Collection. Ridèn Hwome at Night
  3. Third Collection. My love is good
  4. First Collection. Summer. Vields in the Light
  5. First Collection. Winter. Fanny’s Be’th-day


Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1465


Последние стихотворения


To English version


Рейтинг@Mail.ru

Английская поэзия