Это замечательное стихотворение было номинировано
на звание Народного поэта в октябре...
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http://www.stihi.ru/2015/09/23/1976
Olen
Просыпался, думая: "Что звенит?"
Говорили: сердце, сходи к врачу.
Звук по восходящей летел в зенит,
где уже неслышим. Лишь по лучу
He's woke up in thinking, 'what's jingling?'
they said: visit doctor to check your heart.
There sound's ascending flew overhead,
where it's inaudible in calm, just in beam...
ультрафиолета в тревожных снах
понимал, что вот он, от звука след,
что он словно ангельская блесна
ловит сны земные, в которых свет.
Of ultraviolet rayes... in anxiety dreams
he can see: it is Track from the sound,
It's seemed alike the angelic baubles
caught all dreams of the earth - in light...
и звучит объемно, как божий храм,
будто тело гулкое, словно медь.
Понял он однажды: уже пора,
а иначе можно и не успеть.
And it sounds volume, like God's temple,
as if Echoing body, it's like copper jingling.
At once he understood: already it's Time,
otherwise you can't ever construct it...
Рисовал эскизы, искал металл,
и умельцев опытных по стране,
отливал сияющий в снах хорал,
но не то все было, не как во сне.
He drew Sketches, he searched for metal
and experienced crafts men of land.
He casts Fantasy dream: shining Chorale,
but all wasn't like wishes in brain...
Но однажды колокол зазвучал
и наполнил радостью все окрест...
Проявилось данное. Лишь не знал,
как сказать-то: блАговест, благовЕст?
But once, Temple-bell - sang and rang,
and it filled with joy all neighborhoods...
It is showed given. Just he didn't know
how to say it: the good news or the bliss?
***
Master and Temple-bell...
He's woke up in thinking, 'what's jingling?'
they said: visit doctor to check your heart.
There sound's ascending flew overhead,
where it's inaudible in calm, just in beam...
Of ultraviolet rayes... in anxiety dreams
he can see: it is Track from the sound,
It's seemed alike the angelic baubles
caught all dreams of the earth - in light...
And it sounds volume, like God's temple,
as if Echoing body, it's like copper jingling.
At once he understood: already it's Time,
otherwise you can't ever construct it...
He drew Sketches, he searched for metal
and experienced crafts men of land.
He casts Fantasy dream: shining Chorale,
but all wasn't like wishes in brain...
But once, Temple-bell - sang and rang,
and it filled with joy all neighborhoods...
It is showed given. Just he didn't know
how to say it: the good news or the bliss?