Moon Compasses
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hoddionI stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
Between to downpours to see what there was.
And a masked moon had spread down compass rays
To a cone mountain in the midnight haze,
As if the final estimate were hers,
And as it measured in her calipers,
The mountain stood exalted in its place.
So love will take between the hands a face...
(Robert Frost)
Between to downpours to see what there was.
And a masked moon had spread down compass rays
To a cone mountain in the midnight haze,
As if the final estimate were hers,
And as it measured in her calipers,
The mountain stood exalted in its place.
So love will take between the hands a face...
(Robert Frost)
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Date: 2009-12-01 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-02 09:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-02 10:55 am (UTC)Перевод, прямо скажем, не очень...
Date: 2009-12-02 08:25 pm (UTC)Но должен был начаться через миг.
Луна, едва видна во мгле сырой,
Над конусообразною горой
Двойным лучом описывала круг,
Как циркулем. А та, из лунных рук
Выскальзывая, к ним тянулась все ж...
Так в две руки овал лица берешь...
(Перевод В.Топорова)