Wystan Hugh Auden (Уистен Хью Оден)

Edward Lear

Left by his friend to breakfast alone on the white
Italian shore, his Terrible Demon arose
Over his shoulder; he wept to himself in the night,
A dirty landscape-painter who hated his nose.

The legions of cruel inquisitive They
Were so many and big like dogs: he was upset
By Germans and boats; affection was miles away:
But guided by tears he successfully reached his Regret.

How prodigiuous the welcome was. Flowers took his hat
And bore him off to introduce him to the tongs;
The demon's false nose made the table laugh; a cat
Soon had him waltzing madly, let him squeeze her hand;
Words pushed him to the piano to sing comic songs;

And children swarmed to him like settlers. He became a land.

Эдвард Лир

Он ел свой обед в компании старых обид
Среди итальянских красот, когда у него за плечом
Ужасный Демон возник — и он вдруг заплакал навзрыд,
Ландшафтный художник, печальник о носе своем.

Бесчисленные любопытствующие Они
Его окружали собачьей сворой молвы;
Он был один средь визга и толкотни;
Но слезы ему помогли добрести до Увы.

Его ожидал великолепный прием:
Он был представлен Цветам и Каминным Щипцам;
Фальшивый нос произвел фурор за столом;
Он с Кошкой вальсировал, мило болтал со Свиньей…
Потом присел к фортепьяно и спел: «Тирьям-тирьям!» —

И сразу, как остров, захвачен был детворой!

Перевод Г. Кружкова

1. Woods
2. Though the Night Is Gone
3. Taller To-Day, We Remember Similar Evenings
4. We Too Had Known Golden Hours
5. Thanksgiving for a Habitat

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1882

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