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Минута поэзии

Я встречал утверждение, что это стихтоворение — oдно из лучших в англоязычной поэзии 20 века. Оно было написано в 1919 году.

The Second Coming

William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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just_one_of
Jun. 23rd, 2018 07:27 pm (UTC)
На "The blood-dimmed tide is loosed" не дотягивает
morreth
Jun. 24th, 2018 12:14 pm (UTC)
Боже, як жахливо я його переперла українською. Працювати й працювати.
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