396 (1862)
Íåîäîëèìåå, ÷åì áîëü,
Òîìëåíüå æèçíè åñòü –
Ïîñòáîëü – êîãäà äóøà ñâî¸
Âñ¸ âûñòðàäàëà çäåñü,
Îöåïåíåíèå ðàñòÿ,
Äðåìîòà ïåëåíîé
Ñîçíàíüå çàñòèëàåò – êàê
Òóìàí – óòåñ ìîðñêîé –
Õèðóðã ñóðîâ – îí îòñòóïàòü
Ïðåä áîëüþ íå ïðèâûê
Íî ïåðåñòàâøåãî ñòðàäàòü
Óâèäåâ, ãîâîðèò –
Îñòàâèë ïîñèëüíåé ìåíÿ
Çäåñü âðà÷åâàòåëü ñëåä –
ß îïîçäàë ñ âèçèòîì – çäåñü
Ñèë æèçíè áîëüøå íåò –
17-20.08.2022
396
There is a Languor of the Life
More imminent than Pain –
'Tis Pain's Successor – When the Soul
Has suffered all it can –
A Drowsiness – diffuses –
A Dimness like a Fog
Envelops Consciousness –
As Mists – obliterate a Crag.
The Surgeon – does not blanch – at pain
His Habit – is severe –
But tell him that it ceased to feel –
The Creature lying there –
And he will tell you – Skill is late –
A Mightier than He –
Has ministered before Him –
There's no Vitality.