Autumn Fires In the other gardens |
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Влад Прохожий71.91
15 January 2011
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когда-то, после прочтения фантастического рассказа "Мне еще ехать далеко" Д.Вебера, мне запало стихотворение Р.Фроста, используемое там в качестве лейтмотива.
В рассказе стих дан в переводе И.Кашкина.
Вот оригинал:
Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snoowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and, frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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