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Записи с темой: frost, robert (список заголовков)
00:01 

Lika_k
Искусствоед
Robert Frost
The Pasture

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long,--You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long,--You come too.

@темы: frost, robert, f, english-american, 20

10:40 

Lika_k
Искусствоед
Robert Frost
An Old Man’s Winter Night

All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him—at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off;—and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon,—such as she was,
So late-arising,—to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man—one man—can’t fill a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It’s thus he does it of a winter night.

@темы: english-american, 20, frost, robert, f

07:40 

Lika_k
Искусствоед
Robert Frost
Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

@темы: frost, robert, f, english-american, 20

10:44 

Lika_k
Искусствоед
Robert Frost
The Trial by Existence

Even the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valor reign,
Even as on earth, in paradise;
And where they sought without the sword
Wide fields of asphodel fore’er,
To find that the utmost reward
Of daring should be still to dare.

The light of heaven falls whole and white
And is not shattered into dyes,
The light for ever is morning light;
The hills are verdured pasture-wise;
The angel hosts with freshness go,
And seek with laughter what to brave;—
And binding all is the hushed snow
Of the far-distant breaking wave.

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@темы: 20, frost, robert, f, english-american

10:16 

Lika_k
Искусствоед
Robert Frost
The Demiurge's Laugh

It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
It was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly heard—all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.

The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As of one who utterly couldn’t care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.

I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And checked my steps to make pretence
It was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.

Роберт Фрост
Смех демиурга

То было в густой первозданности леса.
Я знал, что не богом она создана.
Я шел по следам окаянного беса,
Выслеживал беса в лесу дотемна.
И вдруг я услышал - услышал такое,
Что долгие годы не знаю покоя.

Не спереди звук доносился, а сзади -
Утробное бульканье из-под древес.
Забывчив и заспан, в похабном наряде,
Со смехом из лужи своей вылез бес,
С век грязь он соскреб - и мгновенно
я понял,
Что он меня вспомнил, заметил и пронял.

Вовек не забуду я этого смеха:
Ловец стал добычей - вот бесу потеха.
Я прянул - ему показать поскорей,
Мол, что-то ищу (не его!) меж ветвей,
А он меня принял за тень или эхо -
И пал я, пристыженный, возле корней.

Пер. В. Топоров

@темы: ф, frost, robert, f, english-american, 20

09:15 

Lika_k
Искусствоед
Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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@темы: english-american, 20, links, frost, robert

01:47 

Lika_k
Искусствоед
Robert Frost
Unharvested

A scent of ripeness from over a wall.
And come to leave the routine road
And look for what had made me stall,
There sure enough was an apple tree
That had eased itself of its summer load,
And of all but its trivial foliage free,
Now breathed as light as a lady's fan.
For there had been an apple fall
As complete as the apple had given man.
The ground was one circle of solid red.

May something go always unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.

@темы: f, english-american, 20, frost, robert

22:14 

Lika_k
Искусствоед
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
Good Hours
I had for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

1914

@темы: frost, robert, f, english-american, 20

18:47 

Poesia
Gieb ihr ein Schweigen (c)
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

@темы: f, english-american, 20, frost, robert

18:47 

Poesia
Gieb ihr ein Schweigen (c)
Robert Frost
Acceptance

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night bee too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.'

@темы: f, english-american, 20, frost, robert

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