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Ernest Christopher Dowson
1867-1900
(Эрнст Доусон )

Я не был мрачен, я не был зол

Spleen

(For Arthur Symons)

I WAS not sorrowful, I could not weep,

And all my memories were put to sleep.

 

I watched the river grow more white and strange,

All day till evening I watched it change.

 

All day till evening I watched the rain

Beat wearily upon the window pane.

 

I was not sorrowful, but only tired

Of everything that ever I desired.

 

Her lips, her eyes, all day became to me

The shadow of a shadow utterly.

 

All day mine hunger for her heart became

Oblivion, until the evening came,

 

And left me sorrowful, inclined to weep,

With all my memories that could not sleep.

© 2000 Elena and Yacov Feldman