Роберт Фрост - Unharvested

Падалица

Запах спелости манил,
Он увлек меня из стойла,
Факт меня не удивил,
Знал, там яблоня стояла.
Сбросила с себя плоды,
Листья лишь на ней висели
Будто веером летели
Прямо к яблокам в кусты.
Яблок столько там лежало,
Красным землю укрывало.

Может падалицы ждать!
Легче планы выполнять,
Урожай не собирать,
Вряд ли станут воровать.

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Robert Frost - Unharvested

A scent of ripeness from over a wall.
And come to leave the routine road
And look for what had made me stall,
There sure enough was an apple tree
That had eased itself of its summer load,
And of all but its trivial foliage free,
Now breathed as light as a lady's fan.
For there had been an apple fall
As complete as the apple had given man.
The ground was one circle of solid red.

May something go always unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.