[Artefakt of Consciousness]

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Очень прошу, помогите с переводом хотя бы одного из этих двух стихов.

Если не все целиком - то хотя бы отдельные фразы...

Спасибо.



Beadas of rain



Each day I’ve looked

Into the beveled mirror

On this desk, vainly

Asking it questions

Reflection cannot answer.



Outside? For and frost

And silver olive leaves.

I can see at most

A half field’s depth,

Then the trees are lost

In the qauzy mist

Like thin unbraceleted arms

Swallowed by billowing sleeves.



I’d like to face

That stringent looking glass

Transparent to myself

As beads of rain

Pooled on a green leaf.



But ever self-composed

In self-regard

And my eyes opaque

As a dancer’s leotard,

To see straight through myself

I need what love supplies:

Its dark arrows, dear,

Not its white lies.



A young man I hardly knew

came by.

And in that off-handed way

Of cocky young men,

Who don’t have a cent,

Won don’t have a cent,

Won’t shave

Going to a woman’s home –

Look around unimpressed,

Drink her liquor, eat her food,

Leave the plate on her couch

Knowing

She has things to do –

Stays two days.



When it was dark, he asked

If I believed in God,

And whether or not he had satisfied

Me in bed. At midnight he left

To see a girl

Who waited for him.



I am a godless woman who prays for you.

Ademas, de pilon

Te regalo estas versos –

To wish you light,

To find your way,

And sometime soon, if you like,

Back to me.

Comments

[Paranoia Candy*]

А кто вообще написал Beads of rain??

стиль какой-то странный. насчёт него- я могу тебе скинуть подробный перевод но от этого по-моему легче не станет. потому что переведённые слова начисто лишены смысла оригинала

[Paranoia Candy*]

а второе... ну тоже могу подробно перевести))) хоспади и кто только пишет такую ерунду))) хотя второе заключает больше смысла. просто бытовуха