Вторник, 2017-09-26, 10:20 AM

| RSS
Домашняя_страничка | Стихотворения
Меню сайта

Категории каталога
Уистан Хью Оден [8]
Auden, Wystan Hugh
Уильям Блэйк [41]
Blake, William
Ричард Бротиган [6]
Brautigan, Richard
Фледа Браун [1]
Brown, Fleda
Уильям Куллен Брайнт [2]
Bryant, William Cullen
Кэролл Льюис [1]
Carroll, Lewis
Грэйс Кавальери [2]
Cavalieri, Grace
Тайлор Колеридж [1]
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
Генри Констебле [1]
Constable, Henry
Грегори Корсо [4]
Corso, Gregory
Стефен Крейн [1]
Crane, Stephen
Эдвард Каммингс [1]
Cummings, Edward
Эмили Дикинсон [6]
Dickinson, Emily
Томас Стернз Элиот [13]
Eliot, Thomas Stearns
Ральф Уолдо Эмерсон [4]
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
Лоуренс Ферлингетти [2]
Ferlinghetti, Lawrence
Роберт Фрост [5]
Frost, Robert
Аллен Гинсберг [1]
Ginsberg, Allen
Джон Харрингтон [1]
Harrington, Sir John
Брет Харте [6]
Harte, Francis Bret
Джордж Херберт [1]
Herbert, George
Джерард Хопкинс [1]
Hopkins, Gerard Manley
Ленгстон Хьюз [2]
Hughes, Langson
Рэндалл Джаррелл [2]
Jarrell, Randall
Робинсон Джефферс [5]
Jeffers, Robinson
Дениз Левертов [4]
Levertov, Denise
Деена Линетт [1]
Linett, Deena
Генри Лонгфелло [4]
Longfellow, Henry
Леон Маркович [2]
Markowicz, Leon
Эдгар Ли Мастерс [2]
Masters, Edgar Lee
Томас Мор [1]
Moore, Thomas
Борис Пастернак [4]
Pasternak, Boris
Эдгар Аллан По [2]
Poe, Allan Edgar
Эдвин Эрлингтон Робинсон [3]
Robinson, Edwin Arlington
Кристина Росетти [2]
Rossetti, Christina
Карл Сэндберг [6]
Sandburg, Carl
Эдмунд Спенсер [0]
Spenser, Edmund
Аллен Тейт [0]
Tate, Allen
Уолт Уитмен [0]
Whitman, Walt
Джон Гринлиф Уиттьер [0]
Whittier, John Greenleaf
Уильям Вордсворт [0]
Wordsworth, William
Неотсортированные [0]
Неотсортированные стихотворения

Опросник
Какой язык Вы хотели бы выучить ?
Всего ответов: 521

Статистика сайта

Начало » Стихотворен ия » Зарубежные » Рэндалл Джаррелл
The Orient Express
2009-08-26, 1:25 PM
One looks from the train
Almost as one looked as a child. In the sunlight
What I see still seems to me plain,
I am safe; but at evening
As the lands darken, a questioning
Precariousness comes over everything.

Once after a day of rain
I lay longing to be cold; and after a while
I was cold again, and hunched shivering
Under the quilt's many colors, gray
With the dull ending of the winter day.
Outside me there were a few shapes
Of chairs and tables, things from a primer;
Outside the window
There were the chairs and tables of the world....
I saw that the world
That had seemed to me the plain
Gray mask of all that was strange
Behind it-of all that was-was all.

But it is beyond belief.
One thinks, “Behind everything
An unforced joy, an unwilling
Sadness (a willing sadness, a forced joy)
Moves changelessly”; one looks from the train
And there is something, the same thing
Behind everything: all these little villages,
A passing woman, a field of grain,
The miin who says good-bye to his wife_
A path through a wood full of lives, and the train
Passing, after all unchangeable
And not now ever to stop, like a heart-

It is like any other work of art.
It is and never can be changed.
Behind everything there is always
The unknown unwanted life.
Добавил: eidos |
Просмотров: 184 | Рейтинг: 0.0/0 |
Всего комментариев: 0
Имя *:
Email *:
Код *:
 

Поиск по каталогу

Ссылки на:



Copyright Хизри © 2006