но они покоряются только в книгах.
Начинаем штурм невыразимости суровой,
бессильным во всеобщем беспорядке,
с эмоциональным войском всех порывов,
неуправляемых в жестокой схватке.
Однажды и дважды и множество раз,
не миновать открытий умными людьми,
следует вернуть, что утрачено сейчас,
когда условия все так озлобленны.
Быть может, нет уже потерь, побед,
другое не наш удел, а лишь попытки.
Наш дом начальный путь на исходе лет,
небытие и бытие переплелись в убытки.
Сгорает жизнь мгновением,
не только люди, но и камни,
хранящие тайну смирения,
при свете луны или лампы.
Когда любовь обретет себя,
со старым семейным альбомом,
то и старость проходит любя,
безразлично, здесь иль за домом.
Там, где наш путь к иным ожиданиям.
Сквозь тьму и холод, в безлюдной пустоте,
стонет ветер, волны и море разочарований.
Альбатрос и дельфин. Мое начало в моем конце.
2. East Coker
(T.S.Eliot. No. 2 of «Four Quartets’)
2.1
In my beginning is my end. In succession
Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.
Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,
Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
Houses live and die: there is a time for building
And a time for living and for generation
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.
In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,
Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
And the deep lane insists on the direction
Into the village, in the electric heat
Hypnotised. In a warm haze the sultry light
Is absorbed, not refracted, by grey stone.
The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
Wait for the early owl.
In that open field
If you do not come too close, if you do not come too close,
On a summer midnight, you can hear the music
Of the weak pipe and the little drum
And see them dancing around the bonfire
The association of man and woman
In daun singe, signifying matrimonie—
A dignified and commodiois sacrament.
Two and two, necessary conun action,
Holding eche other by the hand or the arm
Whichever betokeneth concorde. Round and round the fire
Leaping through the flames, or joined in circles,
Rustically solemn or in rustic laughter
Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes,
Earth feet, loam feet, lifted in country mirth
Mirth of those long since under earth
Nourishing the corn. Keeping time,
Keeping the rhythm in their dancing
As in their living in the living seasons
The time of the seasons and the constellations
The time of milking and the time of harvest
The time of the coupling of man and woman
And that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.
Eating and drinking. Dung and death.
Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.
2.2
What is the late November doing
With the disturbance of the spring
And creatures of the summer heat,
And snowdrops writhing under feet
And hollyhocks that aim too high
Red into grey and tumble down
Late roses filled with early snow?
Thunder rolled by the rolling stars
Simulates triumphal cars
Deployed in constellated wars
Scorpion fights against the Sun
Until the Sun and Moon go down
Comets weep and Leonids fly
Hunt the heavens and the plains
Whirled in a vortex that shall bring
The world to that destructive fire
Which burns before the ice-cap reigns.
That was a way of putting it – not very satisfactory:
A periphrastic