Стихи англоязычных поэтов с переводом на русский язык

Edward Lear «The Scroobious Pip»

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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 →

Rudyard Kipling «The Gipsy Trail»

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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»

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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 →

Philip Sidney Sonnet 89 «Now that of absence the most irksome night…»

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Сонет 89 (С тех пор разлуки тягостная ночь…) Филипа Сидни (1554–1586) на английском языке и в двух переводах на русский язык. Sonnet 89 Now that of absence the most irksome night With darkest shade doth overcome my day; Since Stella ‘s eyes, wont to give me my day, Leaving my hemisphere, leave me in night; Each day seems long, and longs for long-stayed night; The night, as tedious, woos th’approach of day; Tired with the dusty toils of busy day, Languished with horrors of the silent night, Suff’ring the ills both of the day and night, While no night is … Читать далее →

John Donne «The Apparition»

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Стихотворение английского поэта и проповедника Джона Донна (1572–1631) «Призрак» на английском языке и в 4-х переводах на русский язык. The Apparition When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead And that thou think’st thee free From all solicitation from me, Then shall my ghost come to thy bed, And thee, feign’d vestal, in worse arms shall see; Then thy sick taper will begin to wink, And he, whose thou art then, being tir’d before, Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think Thou call’st for more, And in false sleep will from thee shrink; And then, poor … Читать далее →

William Ernest Henley «A New Song to an Old Tune»

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A New Song to an Old Tune SONS of Shannon, Tamar, Trent, Men of the Lothians, Men of Kent, Essex, Wessex, shore and shire, Mates of the net, the mine, the fire, Lads of the wheel and desk and loom, Noble and trader, squire and groom, Come where the bugles of England play, «Over the hills and far away!» Southern Cross and Polar Star — Here are the Britons bred afar; Serry, O serry them, fierce and keen, Under the flag of the Empress-Queen; Shoulder to shoulder down the track, Where, to the unretreating Jack, The victor bugles of England … Читать далее →

Wystan Hugh Auden «Who’s Who»

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Who’s Who A shilling life will give you all the facts: How Father beat him, how he ran away, What were the struggles of his youth, what acts Made him the greatest figure of his day: Of how he fought, fished, hunted, worked all night, Though giddy, climbed new mountains; named a sea: Some of the last researchers even write Love made him weep his pints like you and me. With all his honours on, he sighed for one Who, say astonished critics, lived at home; Did little jobs about the house with skill And nothing else; could whistle; would … Читать далее →