Hamlet
Noise's calmed down. I am going on the boards,
Learning on the corner of the door;
What You’ll send me, oh my Lord,
Distant echo tells me low.
Hundreds lights on axis watch me, where
The dusk of night has grown like the wall,
If you only can, oh abba Father,
Let me not to drink the Cup of woe.
I do like your stubborn plan, and ever
I intent to play this rule. But how?
At the stage there is another drama
And this time release me now.
But the actions’ list’s been lined, I guess,
By the End of Way I’ll come alone.
All is sinking in pharisiacalness…
To endure this life is for we’re born.
Перевод из стихотворений Бориса Постернака
© Copyright: Елена Радочева, 2013
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