Это было у моря, где... - пер. И. Северянина
That events were at sea-shore,
Where foam is patterned,
Where hardly you can meet
Any carriage on path...
There queen played the Chopin,
In the tower of castle,
And while listening Chopin,
Her page-boy fell in love.
All was simple as always,
All was pretty in such way:
Queen asked page a pomegranat
To cut up in two halves,
Boy was lured to inner -
She had marked adoration! -
In the sonate motives then
Granted she love to page.
And the thunderstorm loving -
Was the action, as ever,
Queen was slave in the process,
That was love till the dawn...
That events were at sea-shore,
Where waves're coloured azure,
Where foam is patterned,
And sonates has page-boy...
---
см. пер. НПетровича на англ.яз.
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/05/11/7081
Where foam is patterned,
Where hardly you can meet
Any carriage on path...
There queen played the Chopin,
In the tower of castle,
And while listening Chopin,
Her page-boy fell in love.
All was simple as always,
All was pretty in such way:
Queen asked page a pomegranat
To cut up in two halves,
Boy was lured to inner -
She had marked adoration! -
In the sonate motives then
Granted she love to page.
And the thunderstorm loving -
Was the action, as ever,
Queen was slave in the process,
That was love till the dawn...
That events were at sea-shore,
Where waves're coloured azure,
Where foam is patterned,
And sonates has page-boy...
---
см. пер. НПетровича на англ.яз.
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/05/11/7081
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