#поэтическая_среда
Роберт Ли Фрост - один из известнийших поэтов в истории США, четырежды лауреат Пулитцеровской премии. В 1961 году поэт получил приглашение прочесть своё стихотворение ”The Gift Outright” на церемонии инаугурации президента Джона Кеннеди.
The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
1942
Robert Frost
Просто дар
Владели мы землею без любви.
Так продолжалось больше сотни лет,
Пока она признала нас. И были
Вирджиния и Массачусетс наши.
Но Англии сыны, лишь колонисты,
Владели тем, что не владело нами.
Владели тем, чем и теперь, не больше.
Но удержание лишало силы
Пока не обнаружили, что сами
Себя держали врозь с землей, где жили,
Нашли мы облегчение в признанье.
И приняли мы этот дар, как есть,
(Хоть дар не обошелся без войны)
Те земли, что сулил нам смутно запад
Безвестные, не тронуто-простые,
Не знавшие, чем предстояло стать.
перевод Вадим Беляков
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Эта земля была нашей до того, как мы стали “её”
Эта земля была нашей, и больше ста лет прошло
Прежде чем стали частью этой земли мы все.
Эта земля была нашей, в Вирджинии и в Массачусетсе.
Но мы были лишь колонисты, мы Англии были сыны.
Туманной страной не владея, мы ей оставались верны
А эта земля была нашей, но мы не стремились быть с ней,
Держались за нить дней вчерашних, и лишь становились слабей.
Но скоро пришло осознанье: от края, в котором живем
Мы сами себя удержали, мы сами виновны в том.
Как только борьбу прекратили мы против себя и земли
То в проигрыше нашем мы сами спасенье свое же нашли
Как есть мы себя подарили навечно этой стране
И подвиг этого дара - десятки подвигов на войне
Отдались земле мы этой, на запад ей странно смотреть,
Она бесхитростна и безоружна была и будет впредь.
P.s. Особая благодарность Kir Underdinner
Роберт Ли Фрост - один из известнийших поэтов в истории США, четырежды лауреат Пулитцеровской премии. В 1961 году поэт получил приглашение прочесть своё стихотворение ”The Gift Outright” на церемонии инаугурации президента Джона Кеннеди.
The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
1942
Robert Frost
Просто дар
Владели мы землею без любви.
Так продолжалось больше сотни лет,
Пока она признала нас. И были
Вирджиния и Массачусетс наши.
Но Англии сыны, лишь колонисты,
Владели тем, что не владело нами.
Владели тем, чем и теперь, не больше.
Но удержание лишало силы
Пока не обнаружили, что сами
Себя держали врозь с землей, где жили,
Нашли мы облегчение в признанье.
И приняли мы этот дар, как есть,
(Хоть дар не обошелся без войны)
Те земли, что сулил нам смутно запад
Безвестные, не тронуто-простые,
Не знавшие, чем предстояло стать.
перевод Вадим Беляков
Подарить навсегда
Эта земля была нашей до того, как мы стали “её”
Эта земля была нашей, и больше ста лет прошло
Прежде чем стали частью этой земли мы все.
Эта земля была нашей, в Вирджинии и в Массачусетсе.
Но мы были лишь колонисты, мы Англии были сыны.
Туманной страной не владея, мы ей оставались верны
А эта земля была нашей, но мы не стремились быть с ней,
Держались за нить дней вчерашних, и лишь становились слабей.
Но скоро пришло осознанье: от края, в котором живем
Мы сами себя удержали, мы сами виновны в том.
Как только борьбу прекратили мы против себя и земли
То в проигрыше нашем мы сами спасенье свое же нашли
Как есть мы себя подарили навечно этой стране
И подвиг этого дара - десятки подвигов на войне
Отдались земле мы этой, на запад ей странно смотреть,
Она бесхитростна и безоружна была и будет впредь.
P.s. Особая благодарность Kir Underdinner
# poetic environment
Robert Lee Frost - one of the most famous poets in US history, four times Pulitzer Prize winner. In 1961, the poet received an invitation to read his poem “The Gift Outright” at the inauguration ceremony of President John F. Kennedy.
The gift outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
1942
Robert frost
Just a gift
We owned the land without love.
This went on for over a hundred years,
So far she has recognized us. And were
Virginia and Massachusetts are ours.
But England’s sons, only colonists,
Owned what did not own us.
Owned what is now, no more.
But the hold deprived of power
Until we discovered that we ourselves
They kept themselves apart from the land where they lived,
We found relief in recognition.
And we accepted this gift as it is,
(Although the gift was not without war)
Those lands that promised us vaguely west
Unknown, not touched, simple,
Not knowing what was to become.
translation Vadim Belyakov
Give forever
This land was ours before we became “her”
This land was ours, and more than a hundred years have passed
Before we became part of this land, we are all.
This land was ours, in Virginia and in Massachusetts.
But we were only colonists, we were sons of England.
Without owning a misty country, we remained faithful to it
And this land was ours, but we did not strive to be with it,
Hold on to the thread of yesterday's days, and only grew weaker.
But awareness soon came: from the edge in which we live
We kept ourselves, we ourselves are guilty of that.
As soon as we stopped the fight against ourselves and the earth
In our loss, we ourselves found our salvation
As we have given ourselves forever to this country
And the feat of this gift is dozens of feats in war
We surrendered to this land, it’s strange for her to look west
It is artless and unarmed, and will continue to be.
P.s. Special Thanks to Kir Underdinner
Robert Lee Frost - one of the most famous poets in US history, four times Pulitzer Prize winner. In 1961, the poet received an invitation to read his poem “The Gift Outright” at the inauguration ceremony of President John F. Kennedy.
The gift outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
1942
Robert frost
Just a gift
We owned the land without love.
This went on for over a hundred years,
So far she has recognized us. And were
Virginia and Massachusetts are ours.
But England’s sons, only colonists,
Owned what did not own us.
Owned what is now, no more.
But the hold deprived of power
Until we discovered that we ourselves
They kept themselves apart from the land where they lived,
We found relief in recognition.
And we accepted this gift as it is,
(Although the gift was not without war)
Those lands that promised us vaguely west
Unknown, not touched, simple,
Not knowing what was to become.
translation Vadim Belyakov
Give forever
This land was ours before we became “her”
This land was ours, and more than a hundred years have passed
Before we became part of this land, we are all.
This land was ours, in Virginia and in Massachusetts.
But we were only colonists, we were sons of England.
Without owning a misty country, we remained faithful to it
And this land was ours, but we did not strive to be with it,
Hold on to the thread of yesterday's days, and only grew weaker.
But awareness soon came: from the edge in which we live
We kept ourselves, we ourselves are guilty of that.
As soon as we stopped the fight against ourselves and the earth
In our loss, we ourselves found our salvation
As we have given ourselves forever to this country
And the feat of this gift is dozens of feats in war
We surrendered to this land, it’s strange for her to look west
It is artless and unarmed, and will continue to be.
P.s. Special Thanks to Kir Underdinner
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