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

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Чтоб эта жизнь, подслащенная смертью,

Забылась?! Нет! А коль поверю -

С двойною жаждой припаду губами

К тому, что дважды бренно!”

И на том

Он вдруг, как тень, растаял под руками.

Я удержалась – ствол большого бука

Не дал упасть. И за него цепляясь,

Я услыхала пенье петухов

Над сонной Тарой».

Поклонился ей король,

Благодаря за состраданье к брату,

И за посул ее, и за отказ.

И тут со склона донеслось мычанье,

И вслед за стадом в тисовых воротах

Толпа бойцов усталых показалась,

А брат Эохайда вышел им навстречу

Приветить их, не помня ничего.

The Two Kings

King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood

Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen

He had out-ridden his war-wasted men

That with empounded cattle trod the mire;

And where beech trees had mixed a pale green light

With the ground-ivy's blue, he saw a stag

Whiter than curds, its eyes the tint of the sea.

Because it stood upon his path and seemed

More hands in height than any stag in the world

He sat with tightened rein and loosened mouth

Upon his trembling horse, then drove the spur;

But the stag stooped and ran at him, and passed,

Rending the horse's flank. King Eochaid reeled

Then drew his sword to hold its levelled point

Against the stag. When horn and steel were met

The horn resounded as though it had been silver,

A sweet, miraculous, terrifying sound.

Horn locked in sword, they tugged and struggled there

As though a stag and unicorn were met

In Africa on Mountain of the Moon,

Until at last the double horns, drawn backward,

Butted below the single and so pierced

The entrails of the horse. Dropping his sword

King Eochaid seized the horns in his strong hands

And stared into the sea-green eye, and so

Hither and thither to and fro they trod

Till all the place was beaten into mire.

The strong thigh and the agile thigh were met,

The hands that gathered up the might of the world,

And hoof and horn that had sucked in their speed




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