Стихотворения - Джойс Джеймс - Страница 16
- Предыдущая
- 16/31
- Следующая
Изменить размер шрифта:
16
Он спит, не видя
Склоненных нас.
Любовь да внидет
В глубь этих глаз!
Тщедушной жизни
Пар на стекле:
Пришла, чтоб снова
Пропасть во мгле.
Младенец — в зыбке,
В земле — мертвец.
Простись и сына
Прости, отец!
(Февраль 1932)
Стихи на случай (не опубликованные Джойсом)
SATIRE ON THE BROTHERS FAY
O, there are two brothers, the Fays,
Who are excellent players of plays,
And, needless to mention, all
Most unconventional,
Filling the world with amaze.
But I angered these brothers, the Fays,
Whose ways are conventional ways,
For I lay in my urine
While ladies so pure in
White petticoats ravished my gaze.
(June 1904)
САТИРА НА БРАТЬЕВ ФЭЙ
Братья Фэй всем известны, не так ли?
Они ставили чудо-спектакли,
Голося во всю мочь:
«Все условности — прочь!»
Зритель ахал, и критики мякли.
Мне же братья сказали: «Свинья!»,
Чуть нарушил условности я:
Ползал пьяный в кулисах
И в невинных актрисах
Сеял трепет, бездарно блюя.
(Июнь 1904)
* * *
The flower I gave rejected lies.
Sad is my lot for all to see.
Humiliation burns my eyes.
The Grace of God abandons me.
As Alberic sweet love forswore
The power of cursed gold to wield
So you, who lusts for metal ore,
Forswear me for a copperfield.
Rejoice not yet in false bravado
The pimpernel you flung away
Shall torchlike burn your El Dorado.
Vengeance is mine. I will repay.
(1902–1904?)
* * *
Цветок, что я тебе принес,
Печаль, что каждому видна,
И крупные улики слез —
Весь этот стыд я пью до дна.
Как Альберик любовь отдал,
Страсть к золоту сильней ценя,
Так ты за низменный металл,
Не дрогнув, предала меня.
Смотри же! Рдяный мой цветок,
Отброшенный, как сор, как хлам, —
Спалит ваш золотой чертог!
Отмщенье мне — и аз воздам.
(1902–1904?)
DOOLEYSPRUDENCE
(Air: 'Mr Dooley')
Who is the man when all the gallant nations run to war
Goes home to have his dinner by the very first cablecar
And as he eats his cantaloups contorts himself in mirth
To read the blatant bulletins of the rulers of the earth?
It's Mr Dooley,
Mr Dooley,
The coolest chap our country ever knew
'They are out to collar
The dime and dollar'
Says Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo.
Who is the funny fellow who declines to go to church
Since pope and priest and parson left the poor man in the lurch
And taught their flocks the only way to save all human souls
Was piercing human bodies through with dumdum bulletholes?
It's Mr Dooley,
Mr Dooley,
The mildest man our country ever knew
'Who will release us
From Jingo Jesus?'
Prays Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo.
Who is the meek philosopher who doesn't care a damn
About the yellow peril or problem of Siam
And disbelieves that British Tar is water from life's fount
And will not gulp the gospel of the German on the Mount?
It's Mr Dooley,
Mr Dooley,
The broadest brain our countiy ever knew
'The curse of Moses
On both your houses'
Cries Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo.
Who is the cheerful imbecile who lights his long chibouk
With pages of the pandect, penal code and Doomsday Book
And wonders why bald justices are bound by law to wear
A toga and a wig made out of someone else's hair?
It's Mr Dooley,
Mr Dooley,
The finest fool our country ever knew
'They took that toilette
From Pontius Pilate'
Thinks Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo.
Who is the man who says he'll go the whole and perfect hog
Before he pays an income tax or licence for a dog
And when he licks a postagestamp regards with smiling scorn
The face of king or emperor or snout of unicorn?
16
- Предыдущая
- 16/31
- Следующая
Перейти на страницу:
