Анна Мейфлауэр - написанные рецензии

Рецензия на «Купина» (Протоиерей Артемий Владимиров)

Дорогой Отец Артемий!
Поздравляю Вас и всех православных с праздником Образа Заступницы нашей Казанской иконы Божией Матери!

Перевала Ваш стих. Пожалуйста, не судите строго.
At night, the burning bush is blazing,
Dropping the sparks of golden leaves.
Long after can I see their flashes
That fade away in twilight mist.

Beyond the burning bush, a peaceful river
Is carrying along its life-giving waters
Towards some far-off sleepy meadows
That lie beneath the fading crystal dome.

A voice is speaking through the burning bush,
My anxious conscience echoes every letter.
Till midnight won't I close my eyes
Confessing my tale of mystery to paper.

The mystery, abiding in the burning bush,
Is the invisible creative Word.
It's night. Still, in the reviving fire,
A soul is in bliss inside the lone abode.

Анна Мейфлауэр   04.11.2019 15:58   •   Заявить о нарушении

Рецензия на «Родник» (Протоиерей Артемий Владимиров)

Добрый день, отец Артемий!
Перевела Ваше замечательное стихотворение "Родник".
С уважением,
Анна Мейфлауэр

The Spring

I was threading my way
Through deadwood and windfall.
A thunder was rolling across the skies.
Almost touching the ground,

Leaden clouds were hanging.
Magnificent trees stretched their arms
Mantled with leaves, stirred by the wind.
Enchanted, deep in the forest I went.

Then,feeling exhausted, I got to a clearing
That lay beyond a raspberry cane.
A whispering purl of the brook caught my ear.
Looking around, I saw a stone-lined spring.

Downward was the little spring flowing,
Bypassing the rocks that were not so huge.
Further off, there was a tsardom of lungworts,
And near the water grew bunches of sedge.

Tirelessly was the crystal spring flowing,
Birds never stopped their vibrant singing.
The drizzle had ceased. I lay on my coat
And listened to the tune of the spring...

Анна Мейфлауэр   16.03.2019 21:37   •   Заявить о нарушении

Рецензия на «Божии Руки» (Протоиерей Артемий Владимиров)

Дорогой отец Артемий,
Спасибо Вам за чудесный стих! В ежедневной гонке за успехом мы зачастую перестаем замечать красоту окружающего мира, теряем способность удивляться. Своим творчеством Вы возвращаете нас к истокам и учите любви.

Вот мой перевод:

God’s hands

These God’s wondrous hands,
Fingers, reaching for the bowels of the earth...
We, Adam’s children, remember -
You formed our bones and nerves

Just from the dust of the ground;
Then, touching the head with love,
Lit Man’s lifeless eyes
With the spark of the First Day Light.

You have power over Creation,
Hold the expanse of heaven encircled,
Feed the roots of an old olive-tree
With nourishing crystal water.

Will You, God’s arms, embrace
Resurrected Children of Christ,
When on the Great Day of Judgement
Heavenly host surround us.

Your fingers are warm with love
And full of miraculous strength.
It’s a shame that poets can see
Only rusty nails in Your veins...

Анна Мейфлауэр   16.03.2019 17:02   •   Заявить о нарушении

Рецензия на «Весна, любовь и вера» (Протоиерей Артемий Владимиров)

Отец Артемий, спасибо за столь многогранный стих! Вами проведены очень точные параллели и найдены яркие, живые образы. Очень хочется жить в мире и гармонии с собой и окружающими, а без любви и веры это не представляется возможным.
С недавнего времени я увлекаюсь поэтическим переводом и хотела бы предложить свой вариант, извините за дерзость.

Spring, Love and Faith

Two hemispheres of the earth and brain-
One - frosty January along with ice and snow.
The other - like a sunbed in the shade of palms,
A sky-blue ocean to relax from head to toe.

So is our soul. It may feel summer or winter.
Someone receives our smile and blessing,
Another is given the cold shoulder -
Wool of a lamb and a jelly fish sting.

Our mind is ruled by reasoning and planning
It issues a command, ‘Say no word!’
But feelings burst through pure rationality,
Like waves, crashing down upon a boat.

Our mind may get inflamed by passions,
As if the Sahara advancing toward the North.
More shocking’s a mum who doesn’t kiss her children
And those looking daggers at their in-laws.

I wish the Spring forever reigned the world
And would step out of ‘Primavera’ canvas.
I see two hemispheres, but the Earth is whole,
Just like our soul is unified by love and faith.

Анна Мейфлауэр   10.02.2019 21:37   •   Заявить о нарушении