Оден Уистан Хью
«Стихи»

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;

It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die":

O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,

Saw a door opened and a cat let in:

But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,

Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:

Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;

They had no politicians and sang at their ease:

They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,

A thousand windows and a thousand doors:

Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;

Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:

Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.

March 1939

БЛЮЗ БЕЖЕНЦЕВ

Миллионов десять в этом городе мира

Душ, живущих в особняках и дырах.

Нам же пристанища нет, дорогая, пристанища нет.

Была у нас тоже когда-то страна.

Взгляни-ка на карту, она там видна.

Но нельзя нам туда, дорогая, вернуться назад.

Старый тис рос на сельском церковном дворе.

Он весной обновлялся листвой на коре.

Но не паспорт, моя дорогая, просроченный паспорт.

Консул бил по столу и сказал под конец:

"Если паспорта нет, вы, формально, - мертвец".

Но мы живы, моя дорогая, мы все еще живы.

В Комитете я вежливый встретил народ,

Усадив, попросили придти через год.

Но куда нам сегодня идти, дорогая, куда нам идти?

А на митинге некто пророчил