"I had been leaving coast of misty Albion."
How divine they are — this sadness and this height!
I see the dingy waves fall down and rise on,
The dingy firmament... I know that all by hart.
I see the youth that leaned upon the high mast's rope,
As beautiful as if he were by fairies born,
Wrapped in a coat. O! Let every virgin sob!
Cry, manhood! Cry, my misty Albion!
It's done! He is alone between these sky and flow!
There is a school for you who have been ‘gainst schools all!
And in a fatal heart, pierced with a star's arrow,
There enters in the king of fatal winds — Aeoll!
The roar of dingy waves is making the new ballad
Of wonderful his death from stars that libeled him on
Cry, Youth! Cry, Love! Cry, World! O, sob my dear Aellad!
Cry, little Ada! Cry, my misty Albion!
Я берег покидал туманный Альбиона…
Батюшков.
«Я берег покидал туманный Альбиона»…
Божественная высь! — Божественная грусть!
Я вижу тусклых вод взволнованное лоно
И тусклый небосвод, знакомый наизусть.
И, прислонённого к вольнолюбивой мачте,
Укутанного в плащ — прекрасного, как сон —
Я вижу юношу. — О плачьте, девы, плачьте!
Плачь, мужественность! — Плачь, туманный Альбион!
Свершилось! — Он один меж небом и водою!
Вот школа для тебя, о ненавистник школ!
И в роковую грудь, пронзённую звездою,
Царь роковых ветров врывается — Эол.
А рокот тусклых вод слагается в балладу
О том, как он погиб, звездою заклеймён…
Плачь, Юность! — Плачь, Любовь! — Плачь, Мир! — Рыдай, Эллада!
Плачь, крошка Ада! — Плачь, туманный Альбион!
«We want to be familiars of the stars — / we’ve been too distant long enough. / We’ve found the fun of acting tough. / Be big, be bold, be like Baklanov, / or Platov, or Ostranitsa — / stop bending over backward / before Mohammedan majesty! / Let politicians sputter — / spit...»
«People in love, casting / long looks, long sighs. / Beasts in love, raising / dregs in their eyes, / choked on their bits of foam. / Suns in love, covering / night with a weft of earth, / dancing to meet, to mate. / Gods in love, forming / the trembling universe / into verse, / ...»
«Cloudarias floated all folorn / over the far high hills away, / Cloudarias cast their canopied shadows / over the desolate far away. / Cloudarias tumbled their canopied shadows / over the desolate far away... / Cloudarias floated all folorn / over the high far hills away.»
«The Monster, resident of heights, / With the terrible back-side, / Caught a girl who carried a jar, / Having a tender sight. / In the branches of his fuzzy hands / Like a ripened fruit she swung, / Thus, the horrid Monster spends, / Satisfied, his leisure time.»