380
Öâåòîê òîò ï÷åëàìè ëþáèì
È áàáî÷êàì æåëàíåí –
Êîëèáðè èùåò âñòðå÷è ñ íèì,
Ïóðïóðíûì äåìîêðàòîì –
Ëþáóþ ìîøêó è æó÷êà
Íåêòàðîì îí ïîèò
Ïî ìåðå êëàäîâîé ñâîåé
È àïïåòèòó èõ –
Åãî ëèöî êðóãëåé ëóíû,
Áàãðÿíåå ðîáðîíà
ßòðûøíèêà íà ïàñòáèùå
Èëè ðîäîäÅíäðîíà –
Íå æäÿ èþíÿ – ïðåæäå, ÷åì
Ìèð ñòàíåò çåëåí – îí
Óæå ñìååòñÿ íà âåòðó
Ñêóëàñòåíüêèì ëèöîì –
Ñðàæàÿñü ñ áëèçêîþ ðîäíåé –
Òðàâîé – çà ïðèâèëåãèþ
Çåìëè è ñîëíöà – ìèëûå
Òÿæá ðàäè æèçíè ïëåííèêè –
Êîãäà æ ðàñöâåòøèå õîëìû
Íàðÿäû îáíîâÿò,
Îí ñïàçìó ðåâíîñòè íå äàñò
Âåðõ íàä ñîáîþ âçÿòü –
Åãî àðåíà – ïîëäåíü,
À ñîëíöå – ïðîâèäåíèå,
Ï÷åëû õìåëüíîé è âëàñòíûé ãóä -
Åãî ïðîãðåññà âåñòíèê –
Èç âîèíñòâà – õðàáðåéøèé –
Ïîñëåäíèì îí ñäàåòñÿ –
Îò îñîçíàíüÿ êðàõà
Èçáàâëåííûé ìîðîçîì –
23-30.07.2017
380
There is a flower that Bees prefer —
And Butterflies — desire —
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird — aspire —
And Whatsoever Insect pass —
A Honey bear away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her — capacity —
Her face be rounder than the Moon
And ruddier than the Gown
Or Orchis in the Pasture —
Or Rhododendron — worn —
She doth not wait for June —
Before the World be Green —
Her sturdy little Countenance
Against the Wind — be seen —
Contending with the Grass —
Near Kinsman to Herself —
For Privilege of Sod and Sun —
Sweet Litigants for Life —
And when the Hills be full —
And newer fashions blow —
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy —
Her Public — be the Noon —
Her Providence — the Sun —
Her Progress — by the Bee — proclaimed —
In sovereign — Swerveless Tune —
The Bravest — of the Host —
Surrendering — the last —
Nor even of Defeat — aware —
What cancelled by the Frost —