John Donne

John Donne «Air and Angels»

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Air and Angels Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame Angels affect us oft, and worshipp’d be; Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing I did see. But since my soul, whose child love is, Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do, More subtle than the parent is Love must not be, but take a body too; And therefore what thou wert, and who, I bid Love ask, and now That it assume thy body, I allow, … Читать далее →

John Donne «Woman’s Constancy»

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Стихотворение английского поэта и проповедника Джона Донна (1572-1631) «Женское постоянство» на английском и русском языках. Woman’s Constancy NOW thou hast loved me one whole day, To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say ? Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow ? Or say that now We are not just those persons which we were ? Or that oaths made in reverential fear Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear ? Or, as true deaths true marriages untie, So lovers’ contracts, images of those, Bind but till sleep, death’s image, them unloose ? Or, your own end to justify, … Читать далее →

John Donne «The Anniversary» / Джон Донн «Годовщина»

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The Anniversary All Kings, and all their favourites, All glory of honours, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year now than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day. Two graves must hide thine and my corse; If one might, death were no divorce. Alas, as well as other Princes, we (Who Prince enough in … Читать далее →

John Donne «The Bait» / Джон Донн «Приманка»

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Стихотворение английского поэта и проповедника Джона Донна на английском и русском языках. The Bait Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks. There will the river whispering run Warm’d by thy eyes, more than the sun; And there the ‘enamour’d fish will stay, Begging themselves they may betray. When thou wilt swim in that live bath, Each fish, which every channel hath, Will amorously to thee swim, Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. If thou, to be so seen, be’st … Читать далее →

John Donne «The Triple Fool» / Джон Донн «Тройной дурак»

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The Triple Fool I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where’s that wiseman, that would not be I, If she would not deny? Then as th’ earth’s inward narrow crooked lanes Do purge sea water’s fretful salt away, I thought, if I could draw my pains Through rhyme’s vexation, I should them allay. Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For he tames it, that fetters it in verse. But when I have done so, Some man, his art and voice to show, Doth set and sing my pain; And, … Читать далее →

John Donne «The Good-Morrow»

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Стихотворение Джона Донна (1572-1631) «С добрым утром!» на английском и русском языках. The Good-Morrow I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little … Читать далее →

John Donne «Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness»

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Джон Донн жил в последней трети шестнадцатого — первой трети семнадцатого столетий. Жизнь прожил бурно: был узником Тауэра, перебежчиком из католической в англиканскую церковь, поэтом, настоятелем лондонского собора Святого Павла. […] Судя по отношению к Донну литературной критики и читателей, он был впереди своего времени на два столетия. Окончательно его репутация утвердилась в ХIХ веке. В Англии, помимо стихов Донна, регулярно переиздаётся трёхтомник его проповедей. Игорь Померанцев   Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness   Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as … Читать далее →