"GIFT_OFH" - читать интересную книгу автора (William Butler Yeats - 300+ Poems)THE GIFT OF HARUN AL-RASHID
KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name, I write To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer once, Now the good Caliph's learned Treasurer, And for no ear but his. Carry this letter Through the great gallery of the Treasure House Where banners of the Caliphs hang, night-coloured But brilliant as the night's embroidery, And wait war's music; pass the little gallery; Pass books of learning from Byzantium Written in gold upon a purple stain, And pause at last, I was about to say, At the great book of Sappho's song; but no, For should you leave my letter there, a boy's Love-lorn, indifferent hands might come upon it And let it fall unnoticed to the floor. pause at the Treatise of parmenides And hide it there, for Caiphs to world's end Must keep that perfect, as they keep her song, So great its fame. When fitting time has passed The parchment will disclose to some learned man A mystery that else had found no chronicler Those wanderers that welcomed in their tents What great Harun Al-Rashid, occupied With Persian embassy or Grecian war, Must needs neglect, I cannot hide the truth That wandering in a desert, featureless As air under a wing, can give birds' wit. In after time they will speak much of me And speak but fantasy. Recall the year When our beloved Caliph put to death His Vizir Jaffer for an unknown reason: "If but the shirt upon my body knew it I'd tear it off and throw it in the fire.' That speech was all that the town knew, but he Seemed for a while to have grown young again; Seemed so on purpose, muttered Jaffer's friends, That none might know that he was conscience-struck -- But that s a traitor's thought. Enough for me That in the early summer of the year The mightiest of the princes of the world Came to the least considered of his courtiers; Sat down upon the fountain's marble edge, One hand amid the goldfish in the pool; And thereupon a colloquy took place That I commend to all the chroniclers |
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