Ý. Äèêèíñîí. 579. I had been hungry, all the Years

579

ß ãîëîäàëà ñòîëüêî ëåò,
Íî ïðîáèë ïîëäåíü ìîé –
ß íà ïèðó – áîêàë ñ âèíîì
Ñòîèò ïåðåäî ìíîé –

Òåì – âîæäåëåííûì – êàæäûé äåíü
Êîãî-òî æäàâøèì òàì,
Çà îêíàìè ÷óæèõ äîìîâ,
À ìíå – íå ïî ìå÷òàì –

Âêóñ  õëåáà áûë ìíå íå çíàêîì
È ñòðàíåí ïîñëå êðîõ,
Ïåðåïàäàâøèõ ñ ïòè÷êîé íàì
Ñ îáåäåííûõ ñòîëîâ –

Èçáûòîê ðàíèë, ñëîâíî ÿ
Áûëà áîëüíûì êóñòîì,
Âäðóã ïåðåñàæåííûì ñ  ãîðû
Íà ìÿãêèé ÷åðíîçåì –

Ïðîïàë êóäà-òî ãîëîä – òàê
ß ïîíÿëà, ÷òî îí
Ëèøü ïî òó ñòîðîíó îêíà,
Íî íå êîãäà âîéäåì –
8-11.07.2013



579

I had been hungry, all the Years —
My Noon had Come — to dine —
I trembling drew the Table near —
And touched the Curious Wine —

'Twas this on Tables I had seen —
When turning, hungry, Lone
I looked in Windows, for the Wealth
I could not hope — to Own —

I did not know the ample Bread —
'Twas so unlike the Crumb
The Birds and I, had often shared
In Nature's — Dining Room —

The Plenty hurt me — 'twas so new —
Myself felt ill — and odd —
As Berry — of a Mountain Bush —
Transplanted — to a Road —

Nor was I hungry — so I found
That Hunger — was a way
Of Persons outside Windows —
The Entering — takes away —