Стихи англоязычных поэтов с переводом на русский язык

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow «The Slave’s Dream»

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The Slave’s Dream Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair’ Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land. Wide through the landscape of his dreams The lordly Niger flowed; Beneath the palm-trees on the plain Once more a king he strode; And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain-road. He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand! — A tear burst from … Читать далее →

Thomas Stearns Eliot «Whispers of Immortality»

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Whispers of Immortality Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin. Daffodil bulbs instead of balls Stared from the sockets of the eyes! He knew that thought clings round dead limbs Tightening its lusts and luxuries. Donne, I suppose, was such another Who found no substitute for sense, To seize and clutch and penetrate; Expert beyond experience, He knew the anguish of the marrow The ague of the skeleton; No contact possible to flesh Allayed the fever of the bone. . . . . … Читать далее →

Thomas Hardy «To Life»

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To Life O life with the sad seared face, I weary of seeing thee, And thy draggled cloak, and thy hobbling pace, And thy too-forced pleasantry! I know what thou would’st tell Of Death, Time, Destiny — I have known it long, and know, too, well What it all means for me. But canst thou not array Thyself in rare disguise, And feign like truth, for one mad day, That Earth is Paradise? I’ll tune me to the mood, And mumm with thee till eve; And maybe what as interlude I feign, I shall believe! Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) К жизни … Читать далее →

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow «EXELSIOR!»

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Стихотворение американского поэта и переводчика Генри Лонгфелло (1807 – 1882) «Excelsior!» (Excelsior — Вперед и выше! (лат.)) на английском языке и в трёх переводах на русский язык. EXELSIOR! The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral … Читать далее →

Ralph Waldo Emerson “Two Rivers”

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Two Rivers Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks art pent: The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament; Through light, through life, it forward flows. I see the inundation sweet, I hear the spending of the steam Through years, through men, through Nature fleet, Through love and thought, through power and dream. Musketaquit, a goblin strong, Of shard and flint makes jewels gay; They lose their grief who hear his song, And where he … Читать далее →

John Greenleaf Whittier «Barbara Frietchie»

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Стихотворение американского поэта и публициста Джона Гринлифа Уиттьера (1807-1892) «Барбара Фритчи» на английском и русском языках. Barbara Frietchie Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain-wall; Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, … Читать далее →

John Greenleaf Whittier «Skipper Ireson’s Ride»

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Стихотворение американского поэта и публициста Джона Гринлифа Уиттьера (1807-1892) «Въезд шкипера Айрсона» на английском языке и в переводе М. Зинкевича на русский язык. Skipper Ireson’s Ride Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, — On Apuleius’ Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar’s horse of brass, Witch astride of a human back, Islam’s prophet on Al-Borak, — The strangest ride that ever was sped Was Ireson’s, out from Marblehead! Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead! Body of turkey, head … Читать далее →