Edna St. Vincent Millay

Эдна Сент-Винсент МиллейЭдна Сент-Винсент Миллей (Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892—1950) – поэтесса, получившая Пулитцеровскую премию; одна из самых знаменитых поэтов США XX века. Классическая по форме (преимущественно, сонеты), глубокая и необыкновенно смелая по содержанию, любовная и философская лирика Э. Миллей завоевала ей славу уже при жизни.

Edna St. Vincent Millay «The Buck in the Snow»

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Стихотворение американской поэтессы Эдны Сент-Винсент Миллей «Олень на снегу» на английском и русском языках. The Buck in the Snow White sky, over the hemlocks bowed with snow, Saw you not at the beginning of evening the antlered buck and his doe Standing in the apple-orchard? I saw them. I saw them suddenly go, Tails up, with long leaps lovely and slow, Over the stone-wall into the wood of hemlocks bowed with snow. Now he lies here, his wild blood scalding the snow. How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the … Читать далее →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «Indifference»

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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 →

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 →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «The Hedge of Hemlocks»

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The Hedge of Hemlocks Somebody long ago Set out this hedge of hemlocks; brought from the woods, I;d say, Saplings ten inches tall, curving and delicate, not shaped like trees, And set them out, to shut the marshes from the lawn, A hedge of ferns. Four feet apart he set them, far apart, leaving them room to grow … Whose crowded lower boughs these fifty years at least Are spiky stumps outthrust in all direction, dry, dropping scaly bark, in the deep shade making a thick Dust which here and there floats in a short dazzling beam. Green tops, delicate … Читать далее →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «If to be left were to be left alone…»

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Сонет американской поэтессы Эдны Сент-Винсент Миллей «Ты снова одинока? Если так…» на английском и русском языках. * * * If to be left were to be left alone, And lock the door and find one’s self again — Drag forth and dust Penates of one’s own That in a corner all too long have lain; Read Brahms, read Chaucer, set the chessmen out In classic problem, stretch the shrunken mind Back to its stature on the rack of thought — Loss might be said to leave its boon behind. But fruitless conference and the interchange With callow wits of bearded … Читать далее →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «If Still Your Orchards Bear»

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If Still Your Orchards Bear Brother, that breathe the August air Ten thousand years from now, And smell—if still your orchards bear Tart apples on the bough— The early windfall under the tree, And see the red fruit shine, I cannot think your thoughts will be Much different from mine. Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadow of the trees, — Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still … Читать далее →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «The Heart once broken is a heart no more…»

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* * * The heart once broken is a heart no more, And is absolved from all a heart must be; All that it signed or chartered heretofore Is cancelled now, the bankrupt heart is free; So much of duty as you may require Of shards and dust, this and no more of pain, This and no more of hope, remorse, desire, The heart once broken need support again. How simple ’tis, and what a little sound It makes in breaking, let the world attest: It struggles, and it fails; the world goes round, And the moon follows it. Heart … Читать далее →