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Лебедь

Видел ли ты, как ночами качается он на черной реке?
Видел ли, как по утрам он взмывает в серебряный воздух -
облаком белых цветов,
ворохом льна и шелка, послушного крыльям;
снежным вихрем, охапкой лилий,
и пронзает воздух черным клювом?
Слышал ли ты свист его флейты,
пронзительный и мрачный - как проливной дождь в кронах - как водопад,
отсекающий черные камни?
Видел ли ты, наконец, его под облаками -
Белый крест пересекает небо, и его лапы
Как черные листья, крылья - как длинные реки света?
Ощутило ли твое сердце, как относится он ко всему?
Осознал ли ты, наконец, для чего нужна красота?
Изменил ли ты свою жизнь?

оригиналThe Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
16/12

Мгновения
Есть мгновения, которые необходимо прожить.
Например, признаться в любви.
Или раздать все свои деньги, вообще все.
Твое сердце колотится, да?
Но ты же свободен, правда?
Осторожность выглядит жалко
там, где бесшабашность спасает жизнь,
и может быть, даже твою.

оригиналMoments
There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled.
Like, telling someone you love them.
Or giving your money away, all of it.
Your heart is beating, isn't it?
You're not in chains, are you?
There is nothing more pathetic than caution
when headlong might save a life,
even, possibly, your own.
20/11

Песенка
Из моей любви к тебе уже не выпутаться.
Нет ни конца, ни возврата.
Ни ответа, ни выхода.
Но разве бывает любовь другой?
Это уже не игра, а
наши земля и небо - на какое-то время.
Вот я и выбрала
смятение и мрачную тоску,
поставившие тебя в центр моего мира.
И я сказала моему телу: стань еще тоньше.
И я сказала моим пальцам: настучите мне песенку.
И я сказала моему сердцу: лети.

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A Pretty Song
From the complications of loving you
I think there is no end or return.
No answer, no coming out of it.
Which is the only way to love, isn't it?
This isn't a playground, this is
earth, our heaven, for a while.
Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods
that hold you in the center of my world.
And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song.
And I say to my heart: rave on.
19.11

Розы
Снова и снова все задают вопросы,
на которые нет готовых
ответов: о начале всех начал, существовании Бога,
и том, что происходит, когда завеса падает
и ничто не может остановить ее, ни поцелуй,
ни шоппинг, ни Супер
Кубок.
"Дикие розы, - сказала я как-то утром, -
- Знаете ли вы ответ? И если да,
расскажете ли мне?"
Розы ласково рассмеялись. "Прости нас, -
сказали они, - но, как видишь, мы заняты,
всецело заняты тем, чтобы быть розами".

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Roses
Everyone now and again wonders about
those questions that have no ready
answers: first cause, God's existence,
what happens when the curtain goes
down and nothing stops it, not kissing,
not going to the mall, not the Super
Bowl.
"Wild roses," I said to them one morning.
"Do you have the answers? And if you do,
would you tell me?"
The roses laughed softly. "Forgive us,"
they said. "But as you can see, we are
just now entirely busy being roses."
18.11

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The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
13.11

За исключением тела

За исключением тела,
которое вами любимо,
со всеми его проявлениями
в частной жизни и на людях,
деревья, я полагаю, -
самые прекрасные
создания на земле.
Хотя, надо признать,
если бы это был конкурс,
деревья пришли бы вторыми
с большим отрывом.

оригинал
Except for the Body

Except for the body
of someone you love,
including all its expressions
in privacy and in public,
trees, I think,
are the most beautiful
forms on the earth.
Though, admittedly,
if this were a contest,
the trees would come in
an extremely distant second.
11.11

читать дальшеMysteries, Yes

Truly, we live with mysterious too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stone are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
6.11

This Morning
This morning the redbirds' eggs
have hatched and already the chicks
are chirping for food. They don't
know where it's coming from, they
just keep shouting, "More! More!"
As to anything else, they haven't
had a single thought. Their eyes
haven't yet opened, they know nothing
about the sky that's waiting. Or
the thousands, the millions of trees.
They don't even Know they have wings.
And just like that, like a simple
neighborhood event, a miracle is
taking place.
Happy New Year, everyone.
2/01/17

I Know Someone
I know someone who kisses the way
a flower opens, but more rapidly.
Flowers are sweet, They have
short, beatific lives. They offer
much pleasure. There is
nothing in the world that can be said
against them.
Sad, isn't it, that all they can kiss
is the air.
Yes, yes! We are the lucky ones.

The Storm (Bear)
Now through the white orchard my little dog
romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited,
hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins
until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
a long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in this world.
Oh, I could not have said it better
myself.