30 by Emily Dickinson - проверено

30
(стихи Эмили Дикинсон)

Лодка дрейфует –
По течению вниз!
Доведут ли ее
до при-ста-ни?

А моряки говорят,
Что ночью было черно,
И лодочка булькнула –
Вот-вот на дно.

А ангелы говорят – утром,
С умелыми моряками,
Доплыла до пристани –
Под всеобщее ликование!

Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Into the nearest town?

So Sailors say - on yesterday -
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down.

So angels say - on yesterday -
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat - o'erspent with gales -
Retrimmed its masts - redecked its sails -
And shot - exultant on!


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