Óèëüÿì Áàòëåð Éåéòñ (William Butler Yeats)

Ïîëèòèêà

Àõ, äåâóøêà ýòà âäàëè!
Ìîãó ëè îïÿòü è îïÿòü
Èñïàíñêóþ èëè ðóññêóþ
Ïîëèòèêó îáñóæäàòü?
Ïîëñâåòà èñêîëåñèë
Çíàòîê èíîñòðàííûõ äåë,
 ïîëèòèêå è äðóãîé,
Ïðîñòèòå, ñîáàêó ñúåë.
Äîëäîíÿò îíè ñâîå,
Ñ óãðîçîé âîéíû â ñâÿçè…
À ìíå áû þíîñòü ìîþ
È äåâóøêó ýòó âáëèçè.

Ïåðåâîä Áîðèñà Ðèâêèíà

Politics

HOW can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms! 

1. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death
2. An Acre Of Grass
3. To Some I Have Talked With by the Fire
4. Men Improve with the Years
5. Under Ben Bulben

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