The Poem Itself: 150 of the Finest Modern Poets in the Original LanguagesStanley Burnshaw University of Arkansas Press, 24 вер. 2015 р. - 383 стор. Available again for a new generation, this classic work contains over 150 of the greatest modern French, Spanish, German, Italian, Portuguese, and Russian poems presented in the original languages and brilliantly illuminated by English commentaries. |
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Сторінка xxxv
... stanza as " fine , " " mortelle , " " blonde , " " songe , " " dentelle " ( sharp , deadly , blond , dream , lace ) . One en- counters such potentialities wherever indefiniteness is cultivated as an end in itself : toward enrichment ...
... stanza as " fine , " " mortelle , " " blonde , " " songe , " " dentelle " ( sharp , deadly , blond , dream , lace ) . One en- counters such potentialities wherever indefiniteness is cultivated as an end in itself : toward enrichment ...
Сторінка 5
... stanza of this aria ends with a refrain , slightly varied , " " Tis there , ' tis there ! oh my beloved , I would go with you . " To be sure , Nerval could not have known the Ambroise Thomas opera , for it was not pro- duced until 1866 ...
... stanza of this aria ends with a refrain , slightly varied , " " Tis there , ' tis there ! oh my beloved , I would go with you . " To be sure , Nerval could not have known the Ambroise Thomas opera , for it was not pro- duced until 1866 ...
Сторінка 11
... stanza : ( 1 ) Do you come from heaven's depths or rise from the pit , ( 2 ) O Beauty ? Your gaze , infernal and divine , ( 3 ) Pours indiscriminately both benefaction and crime , ( 4 ) And [ so ] you can be likened to wine . ( 5 ) Your ...
... stanza : ( 1 ) Do you come from heaven's depths or rise from the pit , ( 2 ) O Beauty ? Your gaze , infernal and divine , ( 3 ) Pours indiscriminately both benefaction and crime , ( 4 ) And [ so ] you can be likened to wine . ( 5 ) Your ...
Сторінка 15
... stanza . Baudelaire was fond of such repeti- tions , from which Poe had derived effects . which were often merely facile . There is nothing facile or weird here . Exclamation marks , frequent in Baudelaire , seem to prolong the emotions ...
... stanza . Baudelaire was fond of such repeti- tions , from which Poe had derived effects . which were often merely facile . There is nothing facile or weird here . Exclamation marks , frequent in Baudelaire , seem to prolong the emotions ...
Сторінка 17
... stanza conjures up a golden vision , in the setting sun , of the fields and the harbor , apparently in Holland , where the dream of solitude would be fulfilled . Note that each stanza has twelve lines , the ninth serving as a support ...
... stanza conjures up a golden vision , in the setting sun , of the fields and the harbor , apparently in Holland , where the dream of solitude would be fulfilled . Note that each stanza has twelve lines , the ninth serving as a support ...
Зміст
LXXXVI | 166 |
LXXXVII | 172 |
LXXXVIII | 174 |
LXXXIX | 176 |
XC | 178 |
XCI | 180 |
XCII | 182 |
XCIV | 184 |
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XL | 82 |
XLI | 86 |
XLII | 88 |
XLIII | 92 |
XLIV | 94 |
XLV | 96 |
XLVI | 98 |
XLVII | 102 |
XLVIII | 104 |
XLIX | 106 |
LII | 108 |
LVI | 110 |
LVII | 113 |
LVIII | 114 |
LIX | 116 |
LX | 118 |
LXI | 119 |
LXII | 120 |
LXIII | 122 |
LXIV | 124 |
LXV | 126 |
LXVI | 128 |
LXVII | 131 |
LXVIII | 132 |
LXIX | 134 |
LXX | 136 |
LXXI | 138 |
LXXII | 140 |
LXXIII | 141 |
LXXIV | 142 |
LXXVI | 144 |
LXXVII | 146 |
LXXVIII | 147 |
LXXIX | 148 |
LXXX | 150 |
LXXXI | 156 |
LXXXII | 158 |
LXXXIII | 161 |
LXXXIV | 162 |
LXXXV | 164 |
XCV | 186 |
XCVI | 188 |
XCVII | 190 |
XCIX | 192 |
C | 194 |
CII | 196 |
CIII | 198 |
CIV | 200 |
CV | 202 |
CVI | 204 |
CVII | 206 |
CVIII | 208 |
CIX | 210 |
CXI | 212 |
CXII | 214 |
CXIII | 216 |
CXIV | 218 |
CXV | 220 |
CXVI | 222 |
CXVII | 224 |
CXVIII | 226 |
CXIX | 228 |
CXX | 230 |
CXXI | 232 |
CXXII | 237 |
CXXIII | 243 |
CXXIV | 247 |
CXXV | 251 |
CXXVI | 252 |
CXXVII | 254 |
CXXVIII | 256 |
CXXIX | 258 |
CXXX | 260 |
CXXXI | 262 |
CXXXII | 264 |
CXXXIII | 266 |
CXXXIV | 269 |
CXXXV | 270 |
CXXXVI | 275 |
CXXXVII | 276 |
CXXXVIII | 278 |
CXXXIX | 282 |
CXL | 284 |
CXLI | 288 |
CXLII | 290 |
CXLIII | 292 |
CXLIV | 297 |
CXLV | 298 |
CXLVI | 300 |
CXLVII | 302 |
CXLVIII | 304 |
CXLIX | 306 |
CL | 307 |
CLI | 308 |
CLII | 311 |
CLIII | 312 |
CLIV | 316 |
CLV | 318 |
CLVI | 322 |
CLVII | 324 |
CLVIII | 326 |
CLIX | 328 |
CLX | 330 |
CLXI | 334 |
CLXII | 337 |
Інші видання - Показати все
The Poem Itself: 150 of the Finest Modern Poets in the Original Languages Stanley Burnshaw Обмежений попередній перегляд - 1995 |
Загальні терміни та фрази
angels Apollinaire assonance Baudelaire beauty become birds bitter caesura called ciel cielo colors corazón dark dawn dead death decasyllable dream E. E. Cummings earth English eternal evocative eyes feeling final fleurs flowers free verse French girl Gozzano green grief gypsy heart heaven hendecasyllable Hölderlin human imagery images Italian language Le bateau ivre Leopardi light literally live Lorca lyric Mallarmé meaning melancholy memory moon mystery nadie nature never night noche opening Parnassian PAUL VERLAINE poem poet poet's poetic poetry Preciosa prose quatrain Rafael Alberti reader rhythm Rilke Rimbaud rime river roses Saint says seems silence sing sleep Soledad song sonnet Soria sorrow soul sound Spanish stanza stars stress suggests syllables symbol Symbolist syntax tears tercet theme things tion tone Totò tout trees Unamuno Valéry verb verde Verlaine verse vision voice vowel wind woman words writing youth
Популярні уривки
Сторінка xx - La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles; L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.
Сторінка 238 - Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.
Сторінка 24 - Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer: L'acre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes.
Сторінка 238 - Si yo pudiera, mocito, este trato se cerraba. Pero yo ya no soy yo, ni mi casa es ya mi casa.
Сторінка 16 - Des meubles luisants, Polis par les ans, Décoreraient notre chambre ; Les plus rares fleurs Mêlant leurs odeurs Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre...
Сторінка 56 - Vertige ! voici que frissonne L'espace comme un grand baiser Qui, fou de naître pour personne, Ne peut jaillir ni s'apaiser. Sens-tu le paradis farouche...
Сторінка 140 - HERR: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß. Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren, und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los. Befiehl den letzten Früchten voll zu sein; gib ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage, dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein. Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben...
Сторінка 14 - Le violon frémit comme un cœur qu'on afflige; Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige! Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir.
Сторінка 142 - WAS wirst du tun, Gott, wenn ich sterbe? Ich bin dein Krug (wenn ich zerscherbe?) Ich bin dein Trank (wenn ich verderbe?) Bin dein Gewand und dein Gewerbe, mit mir verlierst du deinen Sinn.
Сторінка 40 - Tournez, tournez, sans qu'il soit besoin D'user jamais de nuls éperons Pour commander à vos galops ronds, Tournez, tournez, sans espoir de foin. Et dépêchez, chevaux de leur âme' : Déjà, voici que la nuit qui tombe Va réunir pigeon et colombe, Loin de la foire et loin de madame. Tournez, tournez ! Le ciel en velours D'astres en or se vêt lentement. Voici partir l'amante et l'amant. Tournez au son joyeux des tambours.
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