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Wystan Hugh Auden «Rimbaud»

Опубликовано 23/09 автором Tatiana Chernetsova24/09

Rimbaud The nights, the railway-arches, the bad sky, His horrible companions did not know it; But in that child the rhetorician’s lie Burst like a pipe: the cold had made a poet. Drinks bought him by his weak and lyric friend His senses systematically deranged, To all accustomed nonsense put an end; Till he from lyre and weakness was estranged. Verse was a special illness of the ear; Integrity was not enough; that seemed The hell of childhood: he must try again. Now, galloping through Africa, he dreamed Of a new self, the son, the engineer, His truth acceptable to … Читать далее →

Robert Graves «Dead Cow Farm»

Опубликовано 16/09 автором Tatiana Chernetsova16/09

Dead Cow Farm An ancient saga tells us how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental Cow on earth) Began to lick cold stones and mud: Under her warm tongue flesh and blood Blossomed, a miracle to believe: And so was Adam born, and Eve. Here now is chaos once again, Primeval mud, cold stones and rain. Here flesh decays and blood drips red, And the Cow’s dead, the old Cow’s dead. Robert Graves (1895–1985) Ферма мертвой коровы Внимая древней саги слову, Мы снова верим в Пракорову — Земли и неба первый плод, … Читать далее →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «Indifference»

Опубликовано 09/09 автором Tatiana Chernetsova02/09

Стихотворение американской поэтессы Эдны Сент-Винсент Миллей (1892—1950) «Равнодушие» на английском и русском языках. Indifference I SAID,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,— “I’ll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed; But I’ll never leave my pillow, though there be some As would let him in—and take him in with tears!” I said. I lay,—for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,— I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep; And he found me at my window with my big cloak on, All sorry with … Читать далее →

Edward Lear «The Scroobious Pip»

Опубликовано 26/08 автором Tatiana Chernetsova19/08

Читает С. Мартинсон. Музыкальное оформление М. Пекарского. The Scroobious Pip The Scroobious Pip went out one day When the grass was green, and the sky was grey. Then all the beasts in the world came round When the Scroobious Pip sat down on the ground. The cat and the dog and the kangaroo The sheep and the cow and the guineapig too- The wolf he howled, the horse he neighed The little pig squeaked and the donkey brayed, And when the lion began to roar There never was heard such a noise before. And every beast he stood on the … Читать далее →

My life is going on — Cecilia Krull

Опубликовано 19/08 автором Tatiana Chernetsova13/07

Музыкальная композиция, звучащая в начале каждой серии испанского криминально-драматического телесериала «Бумажный дом» (исп. La casa de papel) в исполнении Сесилии Крулл. К 2018 году сериал стал самым популярным неанглоязычным сериалом и одним из самых популярных сериалов в целом на Netflix, вызвав особый резонанс у зрителей из Средиземноморья, Европы и Латинской Америки. My life is going on If I stay with you, If I’m choosing wrong, I don’t care at all. If I’m losing now, But I’m winning late — That’s all I want. Now we need some space, ‘Cause I feel for you And I wanna change. Growing up alone, … Читать далее →

Rudyard Kipling «The Gipsy Trail»

Опубликовано 12/08 автором Tatiana Chernetsova27/07

Стихотворение Редьярда Киплинга (1865–1936) «За цыганской звездой» на английском языке и в переводе Григория Кружкова на русский язык. The Gipsy Trail The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood Ever the wide world over. Ever the wide world over, lass, Ever the trail held true, Over the world and under the world, And back at the last to you. Out of the dark of the gorgio camp, Out of the grime and the gray (Morning waits at the end of the world), Gipsy, come away! The wild … Читать далее →

Kathleen Raine «Angelus»

Опубликовано 29/07 автором Tatiana Chernetsova14/07

Стихотворение английской поэтессы Кэтлин Рейн (1908–2003) «Ангелюс» на языке оригинала и в переводе на русский язык. Angelus I see the blue, the green, the golden and the red, I have forgotten all the angel said. The flower, the leaf, the meadow and the tree, But of the words I have no memory. I hear the swift, the martin, and the wren, But what was told me, past all thought is gone. The dove, the rainbow, echo, and the wind, But of the meaning, all is out of mind. Only I know he spoke the word that sings its way In … Читать далее →