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

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would I say, most wise of living souls:

Young subtle Conchubar sat close by me

When I gave judgment, and his words were wise,

And what to me was burden without end,

To him seemed easy, So I laid the crown

Upon his head to cast away my sorrow.

Druid. What would you, king of the proud Red Branch kings?

Fergus. A king and proud! and that is my despair.

I feast amid my people on the hill,

And pace the woods, and drive my chariot-wheels

In the white border of the murmuring sea;

And still I feel the crown upon my head

Druid. What would you, Fergus?

Fergus. Be no more a king

But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours.

Druid. Look on my thin grey hair and hollow cheeks

And on these hands that may not lift the sword,

This body trembling like a wind-blown reed.

No woman's loved me, no man sought my help.

Fergus. A king is but a foolish labourer

Who wastes his blood to be another's dream.

Druid. Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams;

Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Fergus. I see my life go drifting like a river

From change to change; I have been many things -

A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light

Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill,

An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,

A king sitting upon a chair of gold -

And all these things were wonderful and great;

But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.

Ah! Druid, Druid, how great webs of sorrow

Lay hidden in the small slate-coloured thing!

Байле и Айлин

Перевод с английского Анны Блейз

СОДЕРЖАНИЕ: Байле и Айлин любили друг друга, но Энгус, Владыка Любви, пожелав, чтобы они обрели счастье в его загробной стране, принес каждому из них весть о смерти возлюбленного, из-за чего сердца их разбились, и


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