Стихи англоязычных поэтов с переводом на русский язык

Robert Graves «The Presence»

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Стихотворение британского поэта, романиста и литературного критика Роберта Грейвса (1895-1985) на английском и русском языках. The Presence Why say ‘death’? Death is neither harsh nor kind: Other pleasures or pains could hold the mind If she were dead. For dead is gone indeed, Lost beyond recovery and need, Discarded, ended, rotted underground — Of whom no personal feature could be found To stand out from the soft blur evenly spread On memory, if she were truly dead. But living still, barred from accustomed use Of body and dress and motion, with profuse Reproaches (since this anguish of her grew Do … Читать далее →

Robert Frost «Ghost House»

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Ghost House I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown one copse Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; The footpath down to the well is healed. I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart On that disused and forgotten road That has no dust-bath … Читать далее →

Rudyard Kipling «A Tree Song»

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Text: Rudyard Kipling. Music: Peter Bellamy. A Tree Song (A. D. 1200) Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun, Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs, (All of a Midsummer morn!) Surely we sing no little thing, In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! Oak of the Clay lived many a day, Or ever AEneas began. Ash of the Loam was a lady at home, When Brut was an outlaw man. Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town (From which was London … Читать далее →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «The Courage That My Mother Had»

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The Courage That My Mother Had The courage that my mother had Went with her, and is with her still: Rock from New England quarried; Now granite in a granite hill. The golden brooch my mother wore She left behind for me to wear; I have no thing I treasure more: Yet, it is something I could spare. Oh, if instead she’d left to me The thing she took into the grave!- That courage like a rock, which she Has no more need of, and I have. Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) * * *   Отвага матери моей, Кусок … Читать далее →

Alfred Douglas «Spring»

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Spring Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again ! (I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.) Wake up again ! The sky was crystal clear, And washed quite clean with rain ; And tar below my heart stirred with the year, Stirred with the year and sighed. O pallid feet Move now at last, O heart that sleeps with pain Rise up and hear The voices in the valleys, run to meet The songs and shadows. O wake up again ! Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t (Last night the moon was soft … Читать далее →

Philip Sidney Sonnet 102 «Where Be Those Roses Gone…»

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Сонет 102 Филипа Сидни (Philip Sidney, 1554–1586) на английском языке и в двух переводах на русский язык. 102 Where be those roses gone, which sweeten’d so our eyes? Where those red cheeks, which oft with fair increase did frame The height of honor in the kindly badge of shame? Who hath the crimson weeds stol’n from my morning skies? How did the color fade of those vermilion dyes Which Nature self did make, and self engrain’d the same? I would know by what right this paleness overcame That hue, whose force my heart still unto thraldom ties. Galen’s adoptive sons, … Читать далее →

John Donne «The Flea»

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The Flea Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our marriage … Читать далее →