С бывшей короны увядшие листья Ветер закрутит. Грустные стоны в воздухе чистом Эхо забудет. Я погружусь в сумерки прошлого, Там заблужусь нечаянно. Старая грусть платьев поношенных. Воспоминания. Rima XCIV Flores tronchadas, marchitas hojas. Arrastra el viento, En los espacios tristes gemidos Repite el eco. Entre las tinieblas de lo pasado, …
4 These and all else were to me the same as they are to you, I loved well those cities, loved well the stately and rapid river The men and women were all near to me, Others the same – others who looked on me because I look forward to …
4 These and all else were to me the same as they are to you, I loved well those cities, loved well the stately and rapid river The men and women were all near to me, Others the same – others who looked on me because I look forward to …
1. There was a young Lady of station, «I love man!» was her sole exclamation, But when men cried, «You flatter!» She replied, «Oh! No matter, Isle of Man is the true explanation!» (Lewis Carroll) Перевод: «С донжуаном, — призналась мисс Вика, — Показалась мне ночь кратким мигом!» На упрёк: …
3 It avails not, time nor place – distance avails not, I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence, Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt, Just as any of you is one …
3 It avails not, time nor place – distance avails not, I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence, Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt, Just as any of you is one …
Перевод стихотворения Елены Снежиной «ЧАКЛУЄ НАЯДА»
Walt Whitman Broadway What hurrying human tides, jr day or night! What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters! What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee! What curious questioning glances – glints of love! Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration! Thou portal – thou arena – thou of …
Walt Whitman Mannahatta* I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name/ Now I see what where is a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word is that word from of old, Because I see that …
Walt Whitman Mannahatta* I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name/ Now I see what where is a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word is that word from of old, Because I see that …