John Donne

Джон ДоннДжон Донн (John Donne, 1572-1631) 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.

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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 →

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 →

John Donne “Nativity”

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“Nativity” Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb, Now leaves His well-belov’d imprisonment, There He hath made Himself to His intent Weak enough, now into the world to come; But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room? Yet lay Him in this stall, and from the Orient, Stars and wise men will travel to prevent The effect of Herod’s jealous general doom. Seest thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eyes, how He Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie? Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high, That would have need to be pitied by … Читать далее →

John Donne “Death, be not proud”

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Сонет Джона Донна «Смерть, не гордись…» на английском языке и в трех переводах на русский язык. Death, be not proud Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And … Читать далее →

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 →