Sail
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A sun-bleached sail in isolation
Immersed in misty ocean blue..
What seek you in this far off nation?
What has been cast away from you?
The flirting tides - the whispering breeze,
And mast that bows with rigid creaking..
Alas, it's not from joy he flees
Nor is it happiness he's seeking!
Beneath him streams of glistening azure,
Above him beams of golden sun
Still he defies the clouds to gather,
As if the storm is but the calm!
Лермонтов - Парус - Перевод
© Copyright: Давид Якоби, 2023
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