[f-lempi]

Не могу отделаться от мысли, что если заменить в September 1913 имена, это будет песнь о нолдор. И как бы даже не "Нолдолантэ".

@темы: Black holes and revelations

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[nolofinve]

А что за песня?)

[f-lempi]

Это не песня, это стихи, хотя есть и спетый вариант.



What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone;
For men were born to pray and save;
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You'd cry `Some woman's yellow hair
Has maddened every mother's son':
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.

[nolofinve]

f-lempi, А, Йейтс...

Кaк молнии слепящий след -

Их жизнь, сгоревшaя дотлa!

Угу...

[f-lempi]

nolofinve, самое прелестное, что таких слов в оригинале нет как нет ><

[nolofinve]

f-lempi, это ноосфера шепчет переводчику)

[f-lempi]

nolofinve, ой, не знаю, что ему там шепчет -)