Brown Fleda I Write My Mother a Poem.Браун Фледа Стихи маме.Мой вольный перевод.I Write My Mother a PoemSometimes I feel her easing further into her grave,resigned, as always, and I have to come to her rescue.Like now, when...

Edgar Poe. The Raven.Эдгар Пo.. Ворон.Мой вольный переводEdgar Poe. The RavenOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly nappin...

Edgar Allan Poe.THE SLEEPER. Эдгар Аллан По.Спящая.Еще один вольный перевод.THE SLEEPERAt midnight, in the month of June,I stand beneath the mystic moon.An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,Exhales from out her golden rim,An...

?Die Lorelei? – Heinrich Heine,?Лорелейя? – Генрих ГейнеМой вольный перевод . Для моих друзей.?Die Lorelei? – Heinrich HeineIch wei; nicht, was soll es bedeuten,Da; ich so traurig bin,Ein M;rchen aus uralten Zeiten,Das...

Heinrich Heine- А помнишь, были мы детьми? Мой вольный перевод. ?Mein Kind, wir waren Kinder? Mein Kind, wir waren Kinder, Zwei Kinder, klein und froh; Wir krochen in’s H;hnerh;uschen Und steckten uns unter das Stroh. ...

Conrad Potter Aiken -Вечерняя Песня Сенлин.Evening Song of SenlinIT is moonlight. Alone in the silenceI ascend my stairs once more,While waves, remote in a pale blue starlight,Crash on a white sand shore.It is moonlight. Th...

Conrad Potter Aiken -Утренняя Песня Сенлин.Конрад Поттер Айкен (Conrad Potter Aiken , 1889-1973)Morning Song of Senlin.IT is morning, Senlin says, and in the morningWhen the light drips through the shutters like the dew,I a...

Conrad Potter Aiken - Свет и роза.Chiaroscuro: RoseHeFILL your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.Sit at the western window. Take the sunBetween your hands like a ball of flaming crystal,Poise it to let it fall, bu...

Edgar Allan Poe. Eldorado. Эдгар Аллан По. Эльдорадо.Мой вольный перевод.EldoradoGaily bedight,A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow,Had journeyed long,Singing a song,In search of Eldorado.But he gr...

Sylvia Plath . The Night Dances. Сильвия Плат. Ночные танцы.Мой вольный перевод.The Night Dances.A smile fell in the grass.Irretrievable!And how will your night dancesLose themselves. In mathematics?Such...