Ирландский поэтарх

Уильям Йейтс

Лишь слогу русскому дано величие.Какой еще язык искусно может сочетатьгармонию любви и перепевов птичьих,красиво и созвучно описать!

The dawn

I WOULD be ignorant as the dawn

That has looked down

On that old queen measuring a town

With the pin of a brooch,

Or on the withered men that saw

From their pedantic Babylon

The careless planets in their courses,

The stars fade out where the moon comes.

And took their tablets and did sums;

I would be ignorant as the dawn

That merely stood, rocking the glittering coach

Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses;

I would be — for no knowledge is worth a straw —

Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.