"Osip Mandelstam. Tristia (tranlsation by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора Stairs in the king's name
Will grow red from shame Black sun will rise above A mother in love" "Oh if the hatred only in my chest had boiled" "But recognition from my lips recoiled" "Ethedra burns with a black flame in broad daylight A funeral torch burns in broad daylight Fear your mother, Hippolitus, Ethedra the night guards you in broad daylight" "With black love I blotched the sun's face Death will pour my ash from a white vase." "We fear, we do not dare Help relieve the king's despair. Hearbroken with Theseus, Night attacked him too We, with a funeral song Send the dead along Passion sleepless and wild Will have the black sun reviled." x x x 1 A word of peace, rejected, stands At start of an accursed era; There's light inside a darkened cavern And ether of the foreign lands; Ether, of which we just could not, Of which to breathe we did not want; With voice of goats, deep and gaunt, Priests are singing, hairy lot. 2 While goatlings and steer both On foggy pastures were delaying And friendly eagles were relaying From shoulders of the sleepy rocks German fed eagles on the rock An Englishman a lion revered And Gallic stallion appeared From out the mantle of a cock. 3 And now behold, the wild sage |
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