William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

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! 

Политика

Ах, девушка эта вдали!
Могу ли опять и опять
Испанскую или русскую
Политику обсуждать?
Полсвета исколесил
Знаток иностранных дел,
В политике и другой,
Простите, собаку съел.
Долдонят они свое,
С угрозой войны в связи…
А мне бы юность мою
И девушку эту вблизи.

Перевод Бориса Ривкина

1. The Pity of Love
2. The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists
3. The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
4. To Ireland in the Coming Times
5. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Politics ("We move, the wheel must always move")

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