Стихи. (В переводах разных авторов)
Шрифт:
Всё наше знанье, вы же из Эдема
Слетаете к нам поступью крылатой.
Эдем далёко ль, или вы таитесь
От смертных мыслей зайцем или мышью,
Что мчится по жнивью перед серпами,
Чтобы залечь в последней борозде?
И, может быть, за нашими лесами,
Ветрами и озерами сокрыты
Иные безмятежные леса,
Иных ветров дыханье и сиянье,
Иных озер мерцанье в свете звездном?
Или Эдем ваш — вне времен и мест?
И впрямь ли вы сбираетесь вокруг нас,
Когда сияет бледный свет на водах
И меж листвы,
Во мглу слетает, и трепещет птица,
И окрыляет сердце тишина?
Примите ж эти строки как зачин
Поэмы о Форгэле и Декторе: [92]
Так в старину арфист перед игрою
Вином незримых духов ублажал.
Dedication
to lady Gregory
I WALKED among the seven woods of Coole,
Shan-walla, where a willow-bordered pond
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Форгэл и Дектора — персонажи пьесы «Туманные воды».
Gathers the wild duck from the winter dawn;
Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle-na-gno,
Where many hundred squirrels are as happy
As though they had been hidden by green boughs,
Where old age cannot find them; Pairc-na-lea,
Where hazel and ash and privet blind the paths;
Dim Pairc-na-carraig, where the wild bees fling
Their sudden fragrances on the green air;
Dim Pairc-na-tarav, where enchanted eyes
Have seen immortal, mild, proud shadows walk;
Dim Inchy wood, that hides badger and fox
And marten-cat, and borders that old wood
Wise Biddy Early called the wicked wood:
Seven odours, seven murmurs, seven woods.
I had not eyes like those enchanted eyes,
Yet dreamed that beings happier than men
Moved round me in the shadows, and at night
My dreams were cloven by voices and by fires;
And the images I have woven in this story
Of Forgael and Dectora and the empty waters
Moved round me in the voices and the fires,
And more I may not write of, for they that cleave
The waters of sleep can make a chattering tongue
Heavy like stone, their wisdom being half silence.
How shall I name you, immortal, mild, proud shadows?
I only know that all we know comes from you,
And that you come from Eden on flying feet.
Is Eden far away, or do you hide
From human thought, as hares and mice and coneys
That run before the reaping-hook and lie
In the last ridge of the barley? Do our woods
And winds and ponds cover more quiet woods,
More shining winds, more star glimmering ponds?
Is Eden out of time and out of space?
And do you gather about us when pale light
Shining on water and fallen among leaves,
And winds blowing from flowers, and whirr of feathers
And the green quiet, have uplifted the heart?
I have made this poem for you, that men may read it
Before they read of Forgael and Dectora,
As men in the old times, before the harps began,
Poured out wine for the high invisible ones.
Савин
ВалерийУ.Б. Йетс. Часть 1. William Batler Yeats (1865–1939)
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Он желает небесную ткань.
Имел бы я неба шитую ткань,
А в ней золотой и серебряный свет,
Синюю, серую, темную ткань,
Дней и ночей полумрак-полусвет,
Ее расстелил бы под ноги тебе:
Но беден я, у меня лишь мечты;
Я бросил мечты под ноги тебе;
Мягко ступай на мои мечты.
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The Ragged Wood
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have looked upon their images
Would none had ever loved but you and I!
Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood?
O, that none ever loved but you and I!
O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry
O, my share of the world, O, yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.
Иди, где вода, где со вздохом любви
С подругой олень бредет сквозь кусты;
Взглянули они в отраженья свои, -
Никто не любил так, как я и ты!
Ты видел царицу, как вся в серебре
На туфельках гордо скользит с высоты?
Как в золоте солнце плывет по горе?
О, никто не любил так, как я и ты!
Иди же на холм, что лесом оброс,
Влюбленных вспугну я и крикну в листы:
"О, мир и душа! о, пламя волос!
Никто не любил так, как я и ты!
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Death
NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;