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Стихи. (В переводах разных авторов) :: Йейтс Уильям Батлер
Страница: 68 из 242Блейка обращение к евреям в начале 2-й главы: "У вас есть предание, что Человек древле содержал в могучих членах своих все сущее на Небесах и на Земле; предание это вы восприняли от друидов. Однако ныне Звездные Небеса покинули могучие члены Альбиона".
Первоначальное название этого стихотворения – "Монган размышляет о своем былом величии". Монган, как указывал Йейтс в примечании к первому изданию стихотворения ("Dome", октябрь 1898), – это "знаменитый волшебник и король, помнящий свои прошлые жизни". Однако это же имя носит Финн мак Кумал, герой ирландского цикла сказаний о фениях.
Перевод и примечания (с) Анна Блейз
He Thinks of His Past Greatness When a Part of the Constellations of Heaven
I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young
And weep because I know all things now:
I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung
The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough
Among my leaves in times out of mind:
I became a rush that horses tread:
I became a man, a hater of the wind,
Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head
May not lie on the breast nor his lips on the hair
Of the woman that he loves, until he dies.
O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air,
Must I endure your amorous cries?
He Bids His Beloved Be at Peace
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.
Первоначальное название этого стихотворения – "Монган размышляет о своем былом величии". Монган, как указывал Йейтс в примечании к первому изданию стихотворения ("Dome", октябрь 1898), – это "знаменитый волшебник и король, помнящий свои прошлые жизни". Однако это же имя носит Финн мак Кумал, герой ирландского цикла сказаний о фениях.
Перевод и примечания (с) Анна Блейз
He Thinks of His Past Greatness When a Part of the Constellations of Heaven
I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young
And weep because I know all things now:
I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung
The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough
Among my leaves in times out of mind:
I became a rush that horses tread:
I became a man, a hater of the wind,
Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head
May not lie on the breast nor his lips on the hair
Of the woman that he loves, until he dies.
O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air,
Must I endure your amorous cries?
He Bids His Beloved Be at Peace
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.