Стихотворение Джона Китса (1795–1821) «К Фанни» на английском языке и в трех переводах на русский язык. To Fanny I cry your mercy—pity—love! Aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot! O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine! That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine, That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,— Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all, Withhold no atom’s atom or I die, Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall, Forget, in the mist of idle misery, Life’s purposes,—the palate of my … Читать далее →

Стихотворение Джона Китса (1795–1821) «Прекрасная Англия» на английском и русском языках. Happy is England! Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent; Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne, And half forget what world or worldling meant. Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters; Enough their simple loveliness for me, Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging; Yet do I often … Читать далее →

* * * O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a blush for shan’t, And a blush for having done it; There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, And a blush for just begun it. O sigh not so! O sigh not so! For it sounds of Eve’s sweet pippin; By these loosen’d lips you have tasted the pips And fought in an amorous nipping. Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, For … Читать далее →