Ý. Äèêèíñîí. 628. They called me to the Window, fo

628
ß ïîñìîòðåëà çà îêíî –
Ñêàçàëè ìíå – "Çàêàò" –
Íî ëèøü ñàïôèðîâûé çàãîí
È ñòàäî áûëè òàì

Ùèïàâøèõ òðàâêó íà õîëìå
Îïàëîâûõ êîðîâ –
È íà ãëàçàõ èñ÷åçëî âñå –
Êàê ñòàäî, òàê è õîëì –

Îòêðûëîñü ìîðå âìåñòî íèõ
È êîðàáëè – â ðàçìåð
Êîìàíäå ãîð – âñå íåáî áû
Âìåñòèëîñü íà êîðìå –

Èõ òîæå ôîêóñíèê ñìàõíóë –
Êîãäà âçãëÿíóëà âíîâü ÿ –
Íè ñòàäà ñ ôåðìîé íå íàøëà,
Íè Ñðåäèçåìíîìîðüÿ –
19.07.2017   





628
They called me to the Window, for
" 'Twas Sunset" — Some one said —
I only saw a Sapphire Farm —
And just a Single Herd —

Of Opal Cattle — feeding far
Upon so vain a Hill —
As even while I looked — dissolved —
Nor Cattle were — nor Soil —

But in their stead — a Sea — displayed —
And Ships — of such a size
As Crew of Mountains — could afford —
And Decks — to seat the skies —

This — too — the Showman rubbed away —
And when I looked again —
Nor Farm — nor Opal Herd — was there —
Nor Mediterranean —