THE BOOK OF POEMS IN TWENTIETH-CENTURY ... - TopReferat
THE BOOK OF POEMS IN TWENTIETH-CENTURY ... - TopReferat
THE BOOK OF POEMS IN TWENTIETH-CENTURY ... - TopReferat
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description is largely colored by negative images (замызганные деньги/soiled money,<br />
черный день/black (rainy) day, духота/stuffiness, мрак/gloom), the people who once<br />
lived in the house are portrayed with a similar balance. They both argue and are<br />
reconciled with each other (ссорились, мирились, line 13), they both are born and die<br />
(рождались, умирали, lines 18-19).<br />
This reciprocal pattern of human activity, once hidden behind the solid walls of<br />
the house, is now openly exposed to the casual passerby (все теперь/Прохожему<br />
открыто, line 19). Over the course of the poem, the speaker will similarly reveal the<br />
cycle of human existence—the path of the grain set out in the book’s title poem—to the<br />
reader. Darkness will give way to light, death to rebirth and regeneration.<br />
The first sign of this revelation comes with the speaker’s heightened, almost odic<br />
tone in describing the wanderer who visits the house (lines 20-31):<br />
О, блажен,<br />
Чья вольная нога ступает бодро<br />
На этот прах, чей посох равнодушный<br />
В покинутые стены ударяет!<br />
Чертоги ли великого Рамсеса,<br />
Поденщика ль безвестного лачуга—<br />
Для странника равны они: все той же<br />
Он песенкою времени утешен;<br />
Ряды ль колонн торжественных, иль дыры<br />
Дверей вчерашних—путника все так же<br />
Из пустоты одной ведут они в другую<br />
Такую же…<br />
O blessed is the one<br />
Whose willful foot steps boldly<br />
On this dust, whose indifferent staff<br />
Strikes the abandoned walls!<br />
The mansions of great Ramses,<br />
Or the hovel of an unknown worker—<br />
To the stranger they are all the same: always by the same<br />
Song of time is he consoled;<br />
Whether there are rows of ceremonial columns, or holes<br />
Of yesterday's doors—all the same<br />
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