Lament
Nu pochemu moj ljubimyj stix W.H.Auden'a "Legend" nikto ne perevel na russkij?! Neuzheli on bol'she nikomu ne nravitsa?

Enter with him
These legends, Love:
For him assume
Each diverse form
To legend native,
As legend queer;

That he may do
What these require
Be, Love, like him
To legend true.

When he to ease
His heart's disease
Must cross in sorrow
Corrosive seas,
As dolphin go;
As cunning fox
Guide through the rocks,
Tell in his ear
The common phrase
Required to please
The guardians there;
And when across
The livid marsh
Big birds pursue,
Again be true,
Between his thighs
As pony rise,
And swift as wind
Bear him away
Till cries and they
Are left behind.

But when at last,
These dangers passed,
His grown desire
Of legend tire,
O then, Love, standing
At legend's ending,
Claim your reward;
Submit your neck
To the ungrateful stroke
Of his reluctant sword,
That, starting back,
His eyes may look
Amazed on you,
Find what he wanted
Is faithful too
But disenchanted,
Your finite love.

(V seti est' tol'ko otryvok, da i tot v edinstvennom - i pritom ochen' stremnom! - meste. Napustite guglo na "big birds pursue", ubedites'.)


Odin videl perevod, da i to takoj, chto razrazilsa v svoe vremja o nem chut' li ne matom.