A moongate in my wall: собрание стихотворений - [76]

I'm standing guard over nature.

[1960s]

698. Юн Сен До (XVII в.). В ветреный вечер

Close the door tighter,

and blow out the candle…

I'm very tired, my friend,

I'm going to fall fast asleep.

But should a welcome guest

arrive, — awaken me.

[1960s]

699. Юн Сен До (XVII в.). Образ родины неизменен

Leaves, falling, wilt and dry;

its petals drops the flower,

and sap-filled grasses die

on scheduled hour.

Alone, the image of my land stays bright

through autumn days as on a summer night.

[1960s]

700. Ден Он(XVII в.). Гляжу на море

Close your book and open the window wide,

look: the ships are sailing away to sea.

The white gulls are following after them.

White seagulls! If we could also sail

far away to some peaceful harbor,

where there is no vain glory,

where friends alone await me.

[1960s]

701. Син Xым (XVII в.). Вдвоем с единственной своей подругой

Snow has blanketed our village.

It has blocked every road and trail.

My gate is snowbound. No friend

will knock on it. By the window

I'll spend this night with my only

friend — the moon.

[1960s]

702. Ким Гван Ук (XVII в.). Сомнение

I've left all thought of riches,

I've left all thought of glory.

I've left all thought of happiness, —

I've left all thought of myself…

So after I die

would anyone think of me?!

[1960s]

703. Ким Гван Ук (XVII в.). Природе целомудренной и целой [329]

I am the lord of the streams and the green hills

scattered over the width of the Earth,

of pure and (untouched) nature.

No one can compete with me,

because, unlike the rich,

I keep my possessions in my soul.

[1960s]

704. Ким Гван Ук (XVII в.). Пусть тает снег и в моем дворе

The hills are green once again,

and snowdrifts on all the roads

have been thawed by the east wind,

yet dark mounds still remain

in the corners of my yard…

Isn't it time for them

also to melt away?!

[1960s]

705. Ким Су Дян (XVII–XVIII в.). Крестьянское счастье

I arose at dawn and went to feed the cattle.

Three or four stars were burning above the plain.

in the blue-white sky, the edges

of the clouds were turning to gold.

And I thought: this brief moment holds

all of a peasant's joy, all of a peasant's peace!

[1960s]

706. Юн Ду Де (XVIIv.). Подумай об этом

At the edge of the road

the feet of many travelers

have trampled into the mud

a piece of jade.

A long, long time life trampled it there…

But the jade

never turned into mud!

[1960s]

707. Дю И Син (XVII в.). Сохраняй к нему уваженье!

You can turn your nose up to look

haughtily at the sky;

you can stamp your foot in anger

at the indestructible Earth.

But the world is enormous and beautiful —

keep your respect for it!

[1960s]

708. Ким Дин Тхэ (XVII в.). Чего я хочу

My time flows like water.

But before all my hair turns white,

before I find eternal peace,

before my life is over,

one thing I want: to serve

my country and my neighbors.

[1960s]

709. Ким Сам Хен (XVII–XVIII в.). Советы эти не для меня

They say, there's no joy in fame, —

they say, — so do not seek it;

nothing is sadder than losing your wealth, —

they say, — so take no pride in wealth.

So they say… But what is that to me?

— All I possess is a body and soul.

[1960s]

710. Ли Деи Бо (XVIII в.). Мечта у меня такая

This is a dream I have:

I want to become a pair of wings

to fly high up in the sky

to sweep away the dark clouds

that have gathered over the Earth

between the people and the sun.

[1960s]

711. Неизвестный автор. Каждый — своей тропой

The hill is green in its own way,

The water is blue in its own way.

For each his own law.

Among the green hills and blue rivers

Man follows his own trail

Onward and onward — tow'ards death.

[1960s]

712. Неизвестный автор. В часы бессонницы

The outer gate is tightly shut,

the courtyard gate is bolted,

the padlock is on the door.

Then how did you manage to enter

in the sleepless hours of the night,

sadness, — torturing me?

[1960s]

713. Неизвестный автор. Каковы у любви очертанья

Who will explain what love is like?

How is it measured from end to end?

Is it round, like the moon?

Or does it have four corners?

I cannot discern its shape!

The beginning and the end of love are hidden in the fog.

[1960s]

714. Неизвестный автор. Ошибка

A shadow flitted past my window —

I ran to greet my love,

but it was only clouds

that, passing in the sky, brushed against the half-moon.

All was still. And no one saw

my embarrassment at that moment!

[1960s]

715. Неизвестный автор. В пути

The birds hurry into their nests for the night.

Bright-faced, the moon appears in the heavenly plain.

You, there, monk, crossing the bridge alone over

the darkening stream,

How far to your monastery?

It seems that I hear the soft peal of a temple bell

in the twilight silence.

[1960s]

Библиография

English

«College Graduate Writes Book of Poems in Russian», Claremont Courier, Claremont, California, 20 March 1930.

Olga Bakich and Carol Ueland, «The Eastern Path of Exile: Russian Women's Writing in China», A History of Women's Writing in Russia, edited by Adele Marie Barker and Jehanne M. Gheith (Cambridge University Press, 2002), pp. 153–174.

Russian

Бакич. Ольга, «Мария Визи». From the Other Shore, No. 4,2004, p. 73–91. (Olga Bakich, «Mary Vezey»)

Бакич. Ольга. «Мария Визи. Творческий путь поэта России. Китая и США».