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06.12.2008 в 23:30

Пишет  larshire:

Как их писали в мощны годы, как было встарь заведено...
1 Wind-called clouds crowd up to cover
2 The grey wave-waste. Wheeling between
3 The pride of the cloud and the press of the sea
4 Is the proud petrel, black-lightning-bolt.
5 He screams skimming the scattered surf,
6 He cries in the clouds climbing like an arrow,
7 And the bold call of the bird comes
8 To the cloud's ear as clear gladness.
9 Cry of thirst this, thirst for tempest!

10 A cry is in the clouds of fury's force,
11 Of fire in passion and trust to triumph.
12 Seagulls in the storm shudder to moaning,
13 Moan in their seafaring, and in their surfseeing
14 Are ready to bury sea-bottom-deep
15 Their terror of the tempest. The loons too mourn,
16 The blows of thunder burst their hearts,
17 Battle-pleasures of unapproachable life.
18 The poor fearful penguin scuttles
19 With his plump plumage to the rocks. Alone
20 The proud petrel is poised free,
21 Bold above the foam-pale sea.
22 Still lower bowed, still blacker loured,
23 The clouds are closing over the waves;
24 The waves are whistling, and their whipped crests
25 Mount with thought to meet the thunder;
26 To thunder-grumble wave-rage-groaning
27 Speaks in the teeth and strife of the wind;
28 See the wind seize in embrace of force
29 Its flocks of billows and rush them on the rocks
30 With wild spite and swing, bursting
31 The be-emeralded sea-mass to dust and spume!
32 The petrel planes, black-lightning-bolt,
33 And cries as he climbs to the clouds like an arrow,
34 And sings as he swoops on the foam of the waves.
35 Some spirit of blackness he as he soars:
36 Spirit of the storm, laughing, sobbing,
37 Laughing at the clouding, sobbing with rejoicing;
38 Spirit sensitive through that threat of thunder
39 To long-waiting weariness upon the waters
40 But waiting in will for the sure unshrouding,
41 The assured unshrouding and unclouding of the sun.
42 Winds howl to thunder's growl;
43 Clouds piled blazing in pyre of blue
44 Flock above the unfathomed sea;
45 The sea seizing the lightning-streaks
46 Quenches them plunged into its caverns,
47 And the javelin-images over the waves
48 Quiver as they vanish like vipers in fire.
49 The storm is breaking into full being!
50 There flies the fearless petrel in his pride
51 Through lightning and over the wave-wrath-roaring
52 And there like a prophet cries triumphing
53 'Let the tempest be unloosed to its last tide!'

Edwin Morgan, Song of the Petrel


Беовульфовским аллитерационным стихом, ыть! Нашла это dreivertel

@темы: Англ. яз, Веселое, Стихи