Текст песни Бродский - Большая элегия Джону Донну

John Donne was asleep , fell asleep all around.
Asleep walls, floor, bed , paintings,
asleep table carpets , bolts , hook,
entire wardrobe , buffet , candle, curtains .
All fell asleep . Bottle , glass, cans ,
bread, bread knife , china, crystal , glassware,
nightlight , linen, lockers , glass , clocks,
step ladders , doors . Night all .
Throughout the night : in the corners of the eyes, in lingerie
of securities, in the table, in the final speech
in her words , in the wood , in the nutcracker , the coal
cooled down the fire, in every thing .
In silks , shoes , stockings , in the shadows ,
behind the mirror , in bed, in a chair ,
again in the pelvis , in the crucifixion , in sheets ,
in a broom at the entrance , in the shoes . All fell asleep .
All fell asleep . Window . And in the snow .
Neighboring roofs white ramp. How tablecloth
her horse . And the whole neighborhood in a dream ,
cut the window frame to death.
Asleep arches , walls, windows , everything.
Cobbles ends , grates, flowerbeds.
Light blinks , no squeaks wheel ...
Fence , decoration , chains, bollards .
Asleep door , rings , pens , hook,
Locks , bolts and their keys , and constipation.
Never heard whispers rustling knock.
Only snow creaks. All asleep. Dawn will not soon .
Asleep prison za'mki . sleep scales
broad fishmongers . Sleeping pig carcasses .
Home backyard . Sleep chain dogs .
In the cellars of cats sleep , their ears stick out .
Sleeping mouse , people. London is fast asleep .
Sleeps sailboat in port. Water sleet
under the body speaks hoarsely in his dreams ,
merging distance with seared the sky.
John Donne asleep. And the sea with him.
And Beach chalk fell asleep over the sea.
The entire island is asleep, sleep enveloped one .
And every garden closed triple lock .
Sleep maples , pines, hornbeam , fir , spruce .
Sleep slopes , streams on the slopes , trails .
Fox , wolf . Bear climbed into bed.
Inflicts normal snow drifts at the entrances .
And birds are asleep . Can not hear them singing .
Crow's cry is not heard , the night owl
not heard laughter . Plenty of quiet English .
Star shines . Mouse comes with guilt.
All fell asleep . Lie in their graves
all dead . Sleep quietly . In beds
live in the seas sleep their shirts .
Alone . Tight. Asleep in his arms .
All fell asleep . Sleep rivers, mountains, woods.
Sleeping animals, birds , dead world , alive.
Only white snow flying from the night sky.
But sleep and there, all over the head .
Sleeping angels . Uneasy peace forgotten
in a dream saints - to their shame saint.
Hell and Paradise sleeps sleeps fine .
Nobody will come at this hour of the house.
Lord asleep. Earth is alien .
Eye does not see , does not hear the rumor Bole .
And the devil sleeps . And with him the enmity
fell asleep in the snow in the English field.
Sleep riders . Archangel sleeps with the pipe.
And the horses sleep in a dream swinging smoothly .
And all the cherubs - one crowd
embracing, sleeping under the arch of St. Paul's Church .
John Donne asleep. Asleep , sleep poems.
All images, all the rhymes. Strengths, weaknesses
can not be found . Vice, longing , sins
quiet power lie in its syllabic .
And every verse with another as a close brother,
though whispering to each other, move over a little .
But everyone is so far from the gates of paradise ,
so poor , dense , so clean that they - unity .
All lines are asleep. Sleeps iambs strict set .
Chorea sleep as guards, left, right .
And sleeping vision in them leteyskih waters.
And fast asleep him more - glory .
Sleep all the troubles . Suffering fast asleep .
Vices sleep . Good and evil hug.
Prophets sleep . whitish snowfall
in space looking little black spots .
All fell asleep . Sleep tight crowd books.
Sleep river of words covered by ice oblivion .
Sleep all speech , with all the truth in them.
Their chains are sleeping ; little jingle their units.
All fast asleep : saints , the devil , God .
Their evil servants . Their friends . Their children .
Only snow rustling in the dark roads.
And no more sounds in the whole world .

But hark ! Do you hear - there in the cold darkness,
there someone crying , someone whispers in awe.
There is someone available to the entire winter.
And he cries . There's someone in the dark .
So thin voice. Thin, indeed needle.
A thread is not ... And he's so lonely
floats in the snow. Throughout the cold darkness ...
Matching night with the dawn ... so high!
"Who is there to crying ? You see, my angel,
waiting for the return , under the snow