Лінгвістичні особливості вираження простору почуттів в англійській поезії (порівняльний аспект) (стр. 16 )

I hold his dear, and mine be cannot miss,

There never was a better bargain driven:

My true-love hath my heart and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and in one,

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:

He loves my heart, for once it was his own,

I cherish his because in me it bides.

which thus is made

A type of that twin entity which springs

From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.

There is a twofold _Silence_--sea and shore--

Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,

Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,

Some human memories and tearful lore,

Render him terrorless: his name's "No More."

He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!

No power hath he of evil in himself;

But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)

Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,

That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod

No foot of man), commend thyself to God!

Emily Dickinson

I CANNOT LIVE WITH YOU

I cannot live with You –

It would be Life –

And Life is over there –

Behind the Shelf

The Sexton keeps the Key to –

Putting up

Our Life – His Porcelain –

Like a Cup –

Discarded of the Housewife –

Quaint – or Broke –

A newer Sevres pleases –

Old Ones crack –

I could not die – with You –

For One must wait

To shut the Other's Gaze down –

You – could not –

And I – could I stand by

And see You – freeze –

Without my Right of Frost –

Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise – with You –

Because Your Face

Would put out Jesus' –

That New Grace

Glow plain – and foreign

On my homesick Eye –

Except that You than He

Shone closer by –

They'd judge Us – How –

For You – served Heaven – You know,

Or sought to –

I could not –

Because You saturated Sight –

And I had no more Eyes

For sordid excellence

As Paradise

And were You lost, I would be –

Though My Name

Rang loudest

On the Heavenly fame –

And were You – saved –

And I – condemned to be

Where You were not –

That self – were Hell to Me –

So We must meet apart –

You there – I – here –

With just the Door ajar

That Oceans are – and Prayer –

And that White Sustenance –

Despair –

I HEARD A FLY BUZZ

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air –

Between the Heaves of Storm –

The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –

And Breaths were gathering firm

For that last Onset – when the King

Be witnessed – in the Room –

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away

What portions of me be

Assignable – and then it was

There interposed a Fly –

With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –

Between the light – and me –

And then the Windows failed – and then

I could not see to see –

ДОДАТОК 4

ФЕДОР ТЮТЧЕВ

ВИДЕНИЕ

Есть некий час, в ночи, всемирного молчанья,

И в оный час явлений и чудес

Живая колесница мирозданья

Открыто катится в святилище небес.

Тогда густеет ночь, как хаос на водах;

Беспамятство, как Атлас, давить сушу;

Лишь Музы девственную душу

В пророческих тревожат боги снах!

* * *

Душа моя – Элизиум теней,

Теней безмолвных, светлых и прекрасных,

Ни помыслам годины буйной сей,

Ни радостям, Ни горю не причастных.

Душа моя, элизиум теней,

Что общего меж жизнью и тобой!

Меж вами, призраки минувших, лучших дней,

И сей бесчувственной толпой? ...

* * *

Певучесть есть в морских волнах,

Гармония в стихийных спорах,

И стройный мусикийский шорох

Струится в зыбких камышах.

Невозмутимый строй во всем,

Созвучье полное в природе, –

Лишь в нашей призрачной свободе

Разлад мы с нею сознаем.

Откуда, как разлад возник?

И отчего же в общем хоре

Душа не то поет, что в море,

И ропщет мыслящий тростник?