Пронзительные строки

[berenika]

Только о моей пусть любви забудет,
По ее вине иссушилось сердце,
Как степной цветок, проходящим плугом
Тронутый насмерть.

Гай Валерий Катулл (перевод А.И.Пиотровского)

[druggist]

For whom regret? Each person is a rover —
He walks, comes by, and leaves the house again.
The hemp-field dreams of all who have passed over,
With a broad moon above the silent plain.
(И.И.)

[berenika]

Нравится мне ИИ. Лихо перепевает Есенина.

Кого жалеть? Ведь каждый в мире странник —
Пройдёт, зайдёт и вновь оставит дом.
О всех ушедших грезит конопляник
С широким месяцем над голубым прудом.

[EUgeneUS]

Arrow
Трек – Van der Graaf Generator ‧ 1975 г.


Stub towers in the distance
Riders cross the blasted moor
Against the horizon
Fickle promises of treaty
Fatal harbingers of war
Futile orisons

Swirl as one in this flight
This mad chase
This surge across the marshy mud landscape
Until the meaning is forgotten

Hood masks the eager face
Skin stretched and sallow
Headlong into the chilling night
As swift as any arrow

Feet against the flagstones
Fingers scrabbling at the lock
Craving protection
"Sanctuary!", croaks a voice
Half-strangled by the shock
Of its rejection

Shot the bolt in the wall
Rusted the key
Now, the echoes of all frightful memory
Intrude in the silence

What a crawl against the slope
Dark loom the gallows
One touch to the chapel door
How swiftly comes the arrow

"Compassion", you plead
As though they kept it in a box, ha!
Well, that's long since been empty
I'd like to help you somehow
But I'm in the self-same spot
Oh, my condition exempts me

We are all on the run
On our knees
The sundial draws a line upon eternity
Across every number

How long the time seems
How dark the shadow
How straight the eagle flies
How straight towards his arrow
How long the night is
Why is this passage so narrow?
How strange my body feels
Impaled upon the arrow