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Вот что писал Оден в 1956-м году:
W.H.Auden
There Will Be No Peace
Though mild clear weather
Smile again on the shire of your esteem
And its colors come back, the storm has changed you:
You will not forget, ever,
The darkness blotting out hope, the gale
Prophesying your downfall.
You must live with your knowledge.
Way back, beyond, outside of you are others,
In moonless absences you never heard of,
Who have certainly heard of you,
Beings of unknown number and gender:
And they do not like you.
What have you done to them?
Nothing? Nothing is not an answer;
You will come to believe - how can you help it? -
That you did, you did do something;
You will find yourself wishing you could make them laugh,
You will long for their friendship.
There will be no peace.
Fight back, then, with such courage as you have
And every unchivalrous dodge you know of,
Clear in your conscience on this:
Their cause, if they had one, is nothing to them now;
They hate for hate's sake.
W.H.Auden
There Will Be No Peace
Though mild clear weather
Smile again on the shire of your esteem
And its colors come back, the storm has changed you:
You will not forget, ever,
The darkness blotting out hope, the gale
Prophesying your downfall.
You must live with your knowledge.
Way back, beyond, outside of you are others,
In moonless absences you never heard of,
Who have certainly heard of you,
Beings of unknown number and gender:
And they do not like you.
What have you done to them?
Nothing? Nothing is not an answer;
You will come to believe - how can you help it? -
That you did, you did do something;
You will find yourself wishing you could make them laugh,
You will long for their friendship.
There will be no peace.
Fight back, then, with such courage as you have
And every unchivalrous dodge you know of,
Clear in your conscience on this:
Their cause, if they had one, is nothing to them now;
They hate for hate's sake.
Ìíå â ãîëîâó ïðèõîäèò ñîâñåì äðóãîå Îäåíà
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
..............................
Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
.....................
The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
...........................
From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
"I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,"
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
Ïîëíûé òåêñò íå ïîìåñòèëñÿ
(Anonymous) 2001-09-28 08:42 am (UTC)(link)http://www.poets.org/poems/poems.cfm?prmID=1391
Du meme auteur
all the dogs of Europe bark,
and the living nations wait
all sequestered in their hate.
(Öèò. ïî ïàì.)
Re: Du meme auteur
Re: Du meme auteur
Brother Himmelstein
(Anonymous) 2001-09-28 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)I'm not afraid of lost virility:
let the more loving one be me.
Up on the train - here I would doze off.
Let the more loving one be Joseph.
I live alone, will die alone:
Let the more loving be no one.
W.H. Auden, 1913 - Paris
Re: Brother Himmelstein
 ÷¸ì ñìûñë ýòîé ãëóïîé âûõîäêè - ìíå íå ïîíÿòü.
Re: Brother Himmelstein
(Anonymous) 2001-09-29 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)Êðÿ!
Èìåííî òàê è äîëæíî áûòü!
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