William Blake

  I'm reading some poetry this week, and I wanted to share with you a few poems by William Blake (1757 – 1827), a great English poet and painter.

  На этой неделе я решила почитать стихов, так что сегодня в программе — Уильям Блейк (1757 – 1827), великий английский поэт и художник. Оригинальные тексты находятся в public domain (= общественное достояние), т. е. их можно копировать и публиковать где хочешь, а вот переводы вряд ли, так что их не публикую. Вот ссылка, где можно найти выбранные мною стихи: Мой милый розовый куст, Древо яда, Дитя-Радость.

My Pretty Rose Tree

A flower was offered to me,

Such a flower as May never bore;

But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'

And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,

To tend her by day and by night;

But my rose turned away with jealousy,

And her thorns were my only delight.

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not. my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears:

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright,

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.

When the night had veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see;

My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

Infant Joy

'I have no name;

I am but two days old.'

What shall I call thee?

'I happy am,

Joy is my name.'

Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!

Sweet joy, but two days old.

Sweet Joy I call thee:

Thou dost smile,

I sing the while;

Sweet joy befall thee!

Infant Joy by sToa

Public Domain Poetry - William Blake

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