"ANASHUYA" - читать интересную книгу автора (William Butler Yeats - 300+ Poems)

ANASHUYA AND VIJAYA

A i{little Indian temple} in i{the Golden Age.} Around it i{a garden;}
i{around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, kneelinq}
i{within the temple.}
i{Anashuya.} Send peace on all the lands and flickering
corn. --
O, may tranquillity walk by his elbow
When wandering in the forest, if he love
No other. -- Hear, and may the indolent flocks
Be plentiful. -- And if he love another,
May panthers end him. -- Hear, and load our king
With wisdom hour by hour. -- May we two stand,
When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,
A little from the other shades apart,
With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.
i{Vijaya [entering and throwing} a i{lily at her].} Hail! hail, my
Anashuya.
i{Anashuya.} No: be still.
I, priestess of this temple, offer up
prayers for the land.
i{Vijaya. I} will wait here, Amrita.
i{Anashuya.} By mighty Brahma's ever-rustling robe,
Who is Amrita? Sorrow of all sorrows!
Another fills your mind.
i{Vijaya.} My mother's name.
i{Anashuya [sings, coming out} of i{the temple].}
A sad, sad i{thought went by me slowly:}
i{Sigh,} O i{you little stars.!} O i{sigh and shake your blue}
i{apparel.!}
i{The sad, sad thought} has i{gone from me now wholly:}
i{Sing,} O you i{little stars.!} O i{sing and raise your rapturous}
i{carol}
i{To mighty Brahma,} be i{who made you many} as i{the sands,}
i{And laid you} on i{the gates} of i{evening with his quiet hands.}
i{(Sits down on the steps of the temple.j}
Vijaya, I have brought my evening rice;
The sun has laid his chin on the grey wood,
Weary, with all his poppies gathered round him.
i{Vijaya.} The hour when Kama, full of sleepy laughter,
Rises, and showers abroad his fragrant arrows,
Piercing the twilight with their murmuring barbs.
i{Anashuya.} See-how the sacred old flamingoes come.
Painting with shadow all the marble steps:
Aged and wise, they seek their wonted perches
Within the temple, devious walking, made
To wander by their melancholy minds.
Yon tall one eyes my supper; chase him away,
Far, far away. I named him after you.
He is a famous fisher; hour by hour