Поэтический перевод произведения «Театр теней»,
автор исходника на русском языке – [Наталья Нестерук]
The world around’s a shadow play,
And folks therein are mere puppets,
There is a king, a valet, say, –
Some characters therein as muppets.
Each one of them has place to care,
His own full houses and woes,
And sharps and flats are over here,
With predatory grins in moes.
To each of them to save their lives,
The fate gives out their proper matter,
Both swords as well as sharpened knives
Will pierce their hearts until they shatter.
Our life is to reflect phantasms,
The puppets are within its powers,
And in contemporary chasms,
Its theater them all devours.
Shadow play
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