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Arthur Guiterman
1871-1943
(Артур Гитерман)

В ГОСПИТАЛЕ
Поскольку на ветке, стучащей в окно

IN THE HOSPITAL

Because on the branch that is tapping my pane

A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,

Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,

I know there is Spring in the world.

Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white

My window frames all the day long

A yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,

I know there is Song.

Because even here in this Mansion of Woe

Where creep the dull hours, leaden-shod,

Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I know

There is God.

© 2000 Elena and Yacov Feldman