Ý. Äèêèíñîí. 470. I am alive I guess

470

Æèâà – êàê áóäòî áû –
Âîò æèëêè íà ðóêàõ –
Ó ïàëüöåâ – â ñëàâå óòðåííåé –
Êàðìèí íà êîí÷èêàõ –

È – åñëè ïîäíåñó
ß çåðêàëüöå ê ãóáàì –
Óëèêîé – ÷òî äûøó –
Âîò ïÿòíûøêî íà  íåì –

Æèâà – ðàç ÿ íå òàì –
 òîé êîìíàòå, êóäà –
Îáû÷íî ýòî çàë –
Ïðèõîäÿò ãîñïîäà

È ñìîòðÿò, íàêëîíÿÿñü,
Øåï÷à – "Îñòûëà êàê" –
"Îñîçíàâàëà ëè,
 áåññìåðòüå ïåðâûé øàã?" –

Æèâà – âåäü îí íå ìîé
Ïîêà åùå – òîò äîì,
×üå ïðàâî íà ìåíÿ
Åäèíñòâåííî  ïîòîì –

Òîò ñ èìåíåì ìîèì,
×òîá êàæäûé – êòî ïðèøåë –
Ìîã ñìåëî äâåðü îòêðûòü
Íå çàòðóäíÿñü êëþ÷îì –

Æèâà! Êàê áåñêîíå÷íà
Æèçíü – ñîñòàâíûå äâå –
Ðîäèòüñÿ è çàòåì
Æèçíü îáðåñòè – â  Òåáå
11.11.2012




470

I am alive — I guess —
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory —
And at my finger's end —

The Carmine — tingles warm —
And if I hold a Glass
Across my Mouth — it blurs it —
Physician's — proof of Breath —

I am alive — because
I am not in a Room —
The Parlor — Commonly — it is —
So Visitors may come —

And lean — and view it sidewise —
And add "How cold — it grew" —
And "Was it conscious — when it stepped
In Immortality?"

I am alive — because
I do not own a House —
Entitled to myself — precise —
And fitting no one else —

And marked my Girlhood's name —
So Visitors may know
Which Door is mine — and not mistake —
And try another Key —

How good — to be alive!
How infinite — to be
Alive — two-fold — The Birth I had —
And this — besides, in — Thee!