Из английского Бродского

[Dark Horse]

Song of Welcome

Here's your mom, here's your dad,
Welcome to being their flesh and blood.
Why do you look so sad?

Here's your food, here's your drink.
Also some thoughts, if you care to think.
Welcome to everything.

Here's your practically clean slate.
Welcome to it, though it's kind of late.
Welcome at any rate.

Here's your paycheck, here's your rent.
Money is nature's fifth element.
Welcome to every cent.

Here's your swarm and your huge beehive.
Welcome to the place with its roughly five
billion like you alive.

Welcome to the phone book that stars your name.
Digits are democracy's secret aim.
Welcome to your claim to fame.
___
Here's your marriage, and here's divorce.
Now that's the order you can't reverse.
Welcome to it; up yours.

Here's your blade, here's your wrist.
Welcome to playing your own terrorist;
call it your Middle East.

Here's your mirror, your dental gleam.
Here's an octopus in your dream.
Why do you try to scream?
___
Here's your corncob, your TV set.
Your candidate suffering upset.
Welcome to what he said.

Here's your parch, see the cars pass by.
Here's your ****ting dog's guilty eye.
Welcome to its alibi.

Here are your cicadas, than a chickadee,
The bulb's dry tear in your lemon tea.
Welcome to infinity.

Here are your pills on a plastic tray.
Your disappointing crisp X-ray.
You're welcome to pray.

Here's your cemetery, a well-kept glen.
Welcome to a voice that says “Amen”.
The end of the rope, old man.

Here's your will, and a here's a few
take's. Here's an empty pew.
Here's life after you.

And here are your stars which appear still keen
On shining though as you had never been.
They might have a point, old bean.

Here's your afterlife, with no trace
Of you, especially of your face.
Welcome, and call it space.

Welcome to there one cannot breathe
This way space resembles what's underneath,
And Saturn holds the wreath.

[Neulovimaya]

...What is the life if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare,
no time tostand beneath the boughs,
and stare as long as sheep and cows. no time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass......

W.H. Davies

[greka]

ne rukovodstvo dlya idiotov - lish' zaxotelos' povtorit':

"
call it your Middle East.
...

Welcome to what he said
...
"

)))) zdorovo!

[Dark Horse]

Греко, а я не могу выбрать одной сточки... мне нравятся все, от первой до последней.

Спасибо, что прочел и оценил.

[greka]

soglasen - trudno, vse stroki - kak delikatesy.



ischo!

[Dark Horse]

Originally posted by Greco El
ischo!

Ты уверен? А то ведь у меня его не мало...

А вообще, не хотелось бы постать то, что никому не интересно, у нас ведь нынче в почете совсем другие "авторы"...

[Belka]

не знаю, как насчет других авторов , но этот топик я читала и читаю молча....уже не молча ...упс.... целый "сундук" стихов великого поэта запрятан в моем компе...неустанно ворошу его строки... Dark Horse, буду признательна, если Вы напостаете еще что-нибудь...интересно, что же более близко Вам лично ...


спасибо...

[greka]

уверен-уверен, DH.

не жмись!

[tig]

Originally posted by Dark Horse
у нас ведь нынче в почете совсем другие "авторы"... [/B]

А кто эти "другие <<авторы>>" ? Интересно, кто у нас в почете ?

[Belka]

видимо, самой Dark Horse надоело постать тут...все равно, Бродского мало кто читает... так уж повелось... тем блее на англиЦком...фуууууууу!

[Dark Horse]

Белочка, просто все как-то времени не хватает... т.к. английские стихи у меня только в хардкопи ... обещаю на днях собраться и что-нибудь запостить.

[Dark Horse]

стихи для детей... (или не для них)

Cabbage and Carrot

One afternoon Cabbage visited Carrot
and found Carrot wearing something transparent.

"Oh, that looks quite fancy, that looks like fun.
But where are you off to in this cellophane?"

"You really think so?" blushed Carrot. "Well, I've...
Well, I've been invited tonight by the Knife.

"And I've been invited - please, don't get me wrong -
alone. I don't think I can bring you along."

"The Knife!" Cabbage shouted, disgusted. "Big deal!
Who cares for that cheap imitation of steel?

"I'm going out tonight, too, without you.
Two Spoons have invited myself for a stew."


At the Helmet and Sword

One evening the Fork said to the Knife:
You are my husband and I am your wife.
Let's leave our teaspoons tonight to the Ladle.
It will sing them songs and put them in the cradle
While we hit the town and perhaps have a meal.
To me this idea has a certain appeal.

To me it has also, replied the breadwinner.
But what do you think you would have for a dinner?
You know, said the Fork, I can take what you take.
I think, said the Knife, we should order a steak.
And off they went both to the Helmet and Sword,
Where I ate alone and had no dessert.

[Belka]

klass...funny



thanx