Áåçìåæíå é ñèâå, íåáî
öå ïîäîáà
âñ³õ òèõ, ó êîãî äí³
áåçìåæí³ é ñèâ³, ³ -
Ó âèñîê³é âèñîõë³é òðàâ³
êîçåë, ðîçäóâøè
í³çäð³, øóêຠñë³ä.
- ìî¿ äóìêè âèòàþòü ó ïîâ³òð³,
àëå õòî ÿ?..
² ñåðöå âðàæåíå òðåìòèòü
â³ä äóìêè ïðî êîõàííÿ,
áåçìåæíå é ñèâå,
ùî òèõî òóæèòü íàä³ ìíîþ.
[b]William Carlos Williams THE DESOLATE FIELD[/b]
Vast and gray, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and gray, and—
In the tall, dried grasses
a goat stirs
with nozzle searching the ground.
—my head is in the air
but who am I…?
And amazed my heart leaps
at the thought of love
vast and gray
yearning silently over me.
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=956854
Ðóáðèêà: ˳ðèêà êîõàííÿ
äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 19.08.2022
àâòîð: Çîÿ Á³äèëî