alsit25 (alsit25) wrote,

У.Оден Сонеты из Китая 15

Как в одиночестве печальном богачи,
Они вольны там, на своих моторах,
Возвышенны, как мудрецы в ночи,
И города - лишь цели, для которых

Нужны их навыки. Парение идей,
Им не доступно, в этом нашем небе
Дрожащим, и меж лядвей в жизнь людей                                                                                               
Ползя. Они избрали жребий.

Их не смирили острова, а тут
Урок им преподаст земля или вода -
По случаю - куда уж упадут.

Вне воли будут умирать во гневе,               
И, скорчась, как наследница во чреве,
Беспомощно, как нищие всегда



Еngines bear them trough the sky: they’re free
And isolated like the very rich;
Remote like savants, they can only see
The breathing city as a target which

Requires their skill; will never see how flying
Is the creation of ideas they hate,
Now how their own machines are always trying
To push through into life. They chose fate.

The islands where they live did not compel.
Though earth may teach our proper discipline,
At any time it will be possible.

To turn away from freedom and become
Bound like the heiress in her mother’s womb,
And helpless as the poor have always been


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