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

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"He lives and is a healthy man."

"While I have him and you it matters little

What man you have lost, what evil you have found."

"I bid them make his bed under this roof

And carried him his food with my own hands,

And so the weeks passed by. But when I said

'What is this trouble? he would answer nothing,

Though always at my words his trouble grew;

And I but asked the more, till he cried out,

Weary of many questions: 'There are things

That make the heart akin to the dumb stone.

Then I replied: 'Although you hide a secret,

Hopeless and dear, or terrible to think on,

Speak it, that I may send through the wide world

For medicine. Thereon he cried aloud:

'Day after day you question me, and I,

Because there is such a storm amid my thoughts

I shall be carried in the gust, command,

Forbid, beseech and waste my breath. Then I,

'Although the thing that you have hid were evil,

The speaking of it could be no great wrong,

And evil must it be, if done ’twere worse

Than mound and stone that keep all virtue in,

And loosen on us dreams that waste our life,

Shadows and shows that can but turn the brain.

But finding him still silent I stooped down



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