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1994
Come in
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.
The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush's breast.
Far in the pillared dark
Thrush musik went -
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn't been.
Войди!
Подошел я к лесу, там дрозд
Пел -- да как!
Если в поле был еще сумрак,
В лесу был мрак.
Мрак такой, что пичуге
В нем не суметь
Половчей усесться на ветке,
Хоть может петь.
Последний закатный луч
Погас, когда
Песнь зажег надолго
В груди дрозда.
Я слушал. В колонном мраке
Дрозд не иссяк,
Он словно просит войти
В скорбь и мрак.
Я вышел вечером к звездам,
В лесной провал.
Не войду, даже если бы звали, -
А никто не звал.
Перевод А. Сергеева
Home Burial
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,
Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.
She took a doubtful step and then undid it
To raise herself and look again. He spoke
Advancing toward her: "What is it you see?
From up there always? -- for I want to know."
She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,
And her face turned from terrified to dull.
He said to gain time: "What is it you see?"
Mounting until she cowered under him.
"I will find out now -- you must tell me, dear".
1994
Come in
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.
The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush's breast.
Far in the pillared dark
Thrush musik went -
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn't been.
Войди!
Подошел я к лесу, там дрозд
Пел -- да как!
Если в поле был еще сумрак,
В лесу был мрак.
Мрак такой, что пичуге
В нем не суметь
Половчей усесться на ветке,
Хоть может петь.
Последний закатный луч
Погас, когда
Песнь зажег надолго
В груди дрозда.
Я слушал. В колонном мраке
Дрозд не иссяк,
Он словно просит войти
В скорбь и мрак.
Я вышел вечером к звездам,
В лесной провал.
Не войду, даже если бы звали, -
А никто не звал.
Перевод А. Сергеева
Home Burial
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,
Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.
She took a doubtful step and then undid it
To raise herself and look again. He spoke
Advancing toward her: "What is it you see?
From up there always? -- for I want to know."
She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,
And her face turned from terrified to dull.
He said to gain time: "What is it you see?"
Mounting until she cowered under him.
"I will find out now -- you must tell me, dear".