* * * Sorrowful dreams remembered after waking Shadow with dolour all the candid day; Even as I read, the silly tears out-breaking Splash on my hands and shut the page away.… Grief at the root, a dark and secret dolour, Harder to bear than wind-and-weather grief, Clutching the rose, draining its cheek of colour, Drying the bud, curling the opened leaf. Deep is the pond—although the edge be shallow, Frank in the sun, revealing fish and stone, Climbing ashore to turtle-head and mallow— Black at the centre beats a heart unknown. Desolate dreams pursue me out of sleep; Weeping … Читать далее →

Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is. Distant relatives of course Die, whom one never has seen or has seen for an hour, And they gave one candy in a pink-and-green stripéd bag, or a jack-knife, And went away, and cannot really be said to have lived at all. And cats die. They lie on the floor and lash their tails, And their reticent fur … Читать далее →

Стихотворение американской поэтессы и драматурга Эдны Сент-Винсент Миллей «Recuerdo» на английском языке и в трёх переводах на русский язык. Стихотворение на английском языке. Читает автор. Recuerdo We were very tired, we were very merry— We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable— But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon. We were very tired, we were very merry— We had gone back and forth all night … Читать далее →