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i love yeats
ты знаешь, я тебя не укорю
за то, что пью и плачу о былом,
за мятежи, за алую зарю
над беднотой, что валит напролом.
и мужество, и жажда их равны,
и тот солжёт, кто посулит покой,
и красота, как тетива звенит,
и благородство проще, чем огонь.
всё это наше. пусть нас предал век,
и выровнял, и высмеял пути,
но мы - такие. мы хотим наверх,
где Трою взять, чтоб сжечь и победить?
William Butler Yeats - No Second Troy
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
за то, что пью и плачу о былом,
за мятежи, за алую зарю
над беднотой, что валит напролом.
и мужество, и жажда их равны,
и тот солжёт, кто посулит покой,
и красота, как тетива звенит,
и благородство проще, чем огонь.
всё это наше. пусть нас предал век,
и выровнял, и высмеял пути,
но мы - такие. мы хотим наверх,
где Трою взять, чтоб сжечь и победить?
William Butler Yeats - No Second Troy
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?