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1. Каратеева Т.: "Where past and future are gathered…". "Поэма без героя" Ахматовой и "Четыре квартета" Элиота
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2. * * * (He walked over fields and over village)
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3. Song about Song
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4. * * * (Ancient city is as if dead)
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5. * * * (From memory of you I will remove that day)
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6. * * * (I dream less of him, dear God be gloried)
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7. White House
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8. * * * (No, my prince, I am not the one)
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9. To my dear one
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10. * * * (The muse has left along narrow)
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11. * * * (Transparent glass of empty sky)
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12. * * * (In intimacy there exists a line)
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13. * * * (When with a strong but tired hand)
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14. * * * (Immortelle's dry and pink. On the fresh heaven)
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15. July 1914
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16. * * * (Black road wove ahead of me)
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17. * * * (Wide and yellow's evening light)
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1. Каратеева Т.: "Where past and future are gathered…". "Поэма без героя" Ахматовой и "Четыре квартета" Элиота
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Часть текста: знаменитым строчками - афоризмом о времени: Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past1. Спустя шесть лет Элиот вернется к поэме. И в том же 1940-м году Анна Ахматова начнет свою "Поэму без героя", которая будет сопровождать ее последующие двадцать лет. Неслучайность встречи двух поэм Ахматова подтвердит спустя двадцать лет. Завершая поэму, она вернется в год ее рождения, выбрав в качестве эпиграфа к "Решке" в последней - четвертой - редакции "Поэмы без героя" строку: In my beginning is my end2, - первую строку Второго квартета "East Coker", написанного Элиотом в том самом сороковом году. * * * Имена Элиота и Ахматовой не так уж часто упоминаются рядом, хотя повод для сближения был подсказан самой Анной Андреевной, написавшей в "Будке" в 1957 году: "Я родилась в один год с Чарли Чаплиным, "Крейцеровой сонатой" Толстого, Эйфелевой башней и, кажется,...
2. * * * (He walked over fields and over village)
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Часть текста: He walked over fields and over village, And asked people from afar: "Where is she, where is the happy glimmer Of her eyes that are gray stars? Here the final days of spring Come along, in turbid fire. Still more frequent, still more tender Are the dreams I have of her." And he came in the dark city In the quiet evening time He was thinking then of Venice And of London all the same. At the church both tall and dark Stepped on shining stairs' granite And he prayed then of the coming Meeting with his first delight. And above the altar made of gold Flamed away the garden of God's rays: "Here she is, here is the happy glimmer Of gray joyous stars that are her eyes."
3. Song about Song
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Часть текста: So many stones have been thrown at me That I don't fear them any longer Like elegant tower the westerner stands free Among tall towers, the taller. I'm grateful to their builders - so be gone Their sadness and their worry, go away, Early from here I can see the dawn And here triumphant lives the sun's last ray. And frequently into my room's window The winds from northern seas begin to blow And pigeon from my palms eats wheat.. The pages that I did not complete Divinely light she is and calm, Will finish Muse's suntanned arm.
4. * * * (Ancient city is as if dead)
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Часть текста: Ancient city is as if dead, Strange's my coming here. Vladimir has raised a black cross Over the river. Noisy elm trees, noisy lindens In the gardens dark, Raised to God, the needle-bearing Stars' bright diamond sparks. Sacrificial and glorious Way, I am ending here, With me is but you, my equal, And my love so dear.
5. * * * (From memory of you I will remove that day)
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Часть текста: From memory of you I will remove that day, So that your helpless-foggy look will ask this: Where did I see the Persian lilac bush, The swallows and the wooden house? Oh, how often will you recollect The sudden angst of the uncalled desires And in the pensive cities you did seek That street which was not on the map entire! Upon the sound of voice behind an open door, Upon the sight of every accidental letter, You will remember: "Here has she herself Come to assist my disbelief unfettered."
6. * * * (I dream less of him, dear God be gloried)
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Часть текста: I dream less of him, dear God be gloried, Does not shimmer everywhere any more. Fog has fallen on the whitened road, Shadows run over water to the shore. And all day the ringing did not quiet Over the expanse of ploughed up soil, Here most powerfully from Jonah Distant Laurel belltowers do recoil. I am trimming on the lilac bushes Branches, that are now in full flower; Ramparts of the ancient fortifying Two old monks are slowly walking over. Dear world, understood and corporeal, For me, one unseeing, set alive. Heal this soul of mine, the King of Heaven, With the icy comfort of not love.
7. White House
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Часть текста: Sun is frosty. In parade Soldiers march with all their might. I am glad at the January noon, And my fear is very light. Here they remember each branch And every silhouette. The raspberry light is dripping Through a snow-whitened net. Almost white was the house, Made of glass was the wing. How many times with numb arm Did I hold the doorbell's ring. How many times.. play, soldiers, I'll make my house, I'll espy You from a roof that's inclined, From the ivy that does not die. But who at last did remove it, Took away into foreign lands Or took out from the memory Forever the road thence.. Snow flies, like a cherry blossom, Distant bagpipes desist.. And, it seems like, nobody knows That the white house does not exist.
8. * * * (No, my prince, I am not the one)
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Часть текста: No, my prince, I am not the one On whom you'd rather lay your eyes, And for long these lips of mine Do not kiss, but prophesize. Do not think I'm in delirium Or with boredom I do whine Loudly I speak of pain: It's the very trade of mine. And I know how to teach, That the unexpected happened, How to tame for centuries Her, whose love is so rapid. You want glory? Ask from me For advice for this your plight, Only it is but a trap, There's no joy here and no light. Well, go home, and forget This our meeting, I implore, And for your sin, my dear one, I'll respond before the Lord.
9. To my dear one
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Часть текста: Do not send a dove in my direction, Do not write tumultuous notes at all, Do not fan my face with the March breeze. I have now entered a green heaven, Where there's calm for body and for soul Underneath the shady maple trees. And from here I can see a town, Booths and barracks of a palace made of stone Chinese yellow bridge over the ice. For three hours now you wait for me - you're frozen, But you cannot move from the perron, At the stars you marvel with your eyes. Like a gray squirrel you'll jump on the alder, Like a frightful swallow I will go, I will then call for you like a swan, So that the bridegroom would not fear In the blue and swirling falling snow To await his deceased bride alone.
10. * * * (The muse has left along narrow)
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Часть текста: The muse has left along narrow And winding street, And with large drops of dew Were sprinkled her feet. For long did I ask of her To wait for winter with me, But she said, "The grave is here, How can you breathe, you see?" I wanted to give her a dove That is whiter than all the rest But the bird herself flew above After my graceful guest. Looking at her I was silent, I loved her alone And like gates into her country In the sky stood the dawn.