Йейтс Уильям Батлер
«Стихи. (В переводах разных авторов)»

Меркнет в могилах лунный свет,

Но бури от моря катится рев.

Они содрогаются в гуле ветров,

Старые кости в трещинах гор.

Повар-пройдоха, ловивший сетью

Глупых дроздов, чтобы сунуть их в суп,

Клянется, что слышал он на рассвете

Сигнал королевских труб.

Конечно, врет, старый пес!

Но мы не оставим пост.

Все непроглядней в могилах тьма,

Но бури от моря катится рев.

Они содрогаются в гуле ветров,

Старые кости в трещинах гор.

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MICHAEL GILLANE

his son, going to be married.

PATRICK GILLANE

a lad of twelve, Michael's brother.

BRIDGET GILLANE

Peter's wife.

DELIA CAHEL

engaged to MICHAEL.

THE POOR OLD WOMAN.

NEIGHBOURS.

SCENE: Interior of a cottage close to Killala, in 1798. BRIDGET is standing at a table undoing a parcel. PETER is sitting at one side of the fire, PATRICK at the other.

PETER. What is that sound I hear?

PATRICK. I don't hear anything. [He listens.] I hear it now. It's like cheering. [He goes to the window and looks out.] I wonder what they are cheering about. I don't see anybody.

PETER. It might be a hurling match.

PATRICK. There's no hurling to-day. It must be down in the town the cheering is.

BRIDGET. I suppose the boys must be having some sport of their own. Come over here, Peter, and look at Michael's wedding-clothes.

PETER [shifts his chair to table]. Those are grand clothes, indeed.

BRIDGET. You hadn't clothes like that when you married me, and no coat to put on of a Sunday any more than any other day.

PETER. That is true, indeed. We never thought a son of our own would be wearing a suit of that sort for his wedding, or have so good a place to bring a wife to.

PATRICK [who is still at the window]. There's an old woman coming down the road. I don't know, is it here she's coming?

BRIDGET. It will be a