Insomnia, Homer, and tightly stretched sails.
I read the list of ships just to the middle:
The lenghty brood, the endless train of crains,
Which once had rose upon the land of Hellos.
Like wedge of crains towards a distant land,-
Kings' heads are crowned with a foam of Heaven, -
Where are you going? And if not for Helen,
Why would you need Troy, brave Aegean men?
The sea and Homer - all is moved by love.
Whom should I listen to? And now, Homer is silent...
And black sea clamours, solemnly and loud,
And to my bedhead with the heavy roar is coming.
(оригинал - Осип Мандельштам)
Insomnia, Homer, and tightly stretched sails...
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