Poems. W. B. Yeats

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СКАЧАТЬ lady, give me something too;

       I fell but now, being weak with hunger and thirst

       And lay upon the threshold like a log.

      CATHLEEN

      I gave for all and that was all I had.

       Look, my purse is empty. I have passed

       By starving men and women all this day,

       And they have had the rest; but take the purse,

       The silver clasps on't may be worth a trifle.

       But if you'll come to-morrow to my house

       You shall have twice the sum.

      (ALEEL begins to play.)

      SHEMUS (muttering)

      What, music, music!

      CATHLEEN

      Ah, do not blame the finger on the string;

       The doctors bid me fly the unlucky times

       And find distraction for my thoughts, or else

       Pine to my grave.

      SHEMUS

      I have said nothing, lady.

       Why should the like of us complain?

      OONA

      Have done.

       Sorrows that she's but read of in a book

       Weigh on her mind as if they had been her own.

      (OONA, MARY, and CATHLEEN go out. ALEEL looks defiantly at SHEMUS.)

      ALEEL (singing)

      Were I but crazy for love's sake

       I know who'd measure out his length,

       I know the heads that I should break,

       For crazy men have double strength.

       There! all's out now to leave or take,

       And who mocks music mocks at love;

       And when I'm crazy for love's sake

       I'll not go far to choose.

      (Snapping his fingers in SHEMUS' face.)

      Enough!

       I know the heads that I shall break.

      (He takes a step towards the door and then turns again.)

      Shut to the door before the night has fallen,

       For who can say what walks, or in what shape

       Some devilish creature flies in the air, but now

       Two grey-horned owls hooted above our heads.

      (He goes out, his singing dies away. MARY comes in. SHEMUS has been counting the money.)

      SHEMUS

      So that fool's gone.

      TEIG

      He's seen the horned owls too.

       There's no good luck in owls, but it may be

       That the ill luck's to fall upon his head.

      MARY

      You never thanked her ladyship.

      SHEMUS

      Thank her,

       For seven halfpence and a silver bit?

      TEIG

      But for this empty purse?

      SHEMUS

      What's that for thanks,

       Or what's the double of it that she promised?

       With bread and flesh and every sort of food

       Up to a price no man has heard the like of

       And rising every day.

      MARY

      We have all she had;

       She emptied out the purse before our eyes.

      SHEMUS (to MARY, who has gone to close the door)

      Leave that door open.

      MARY

      When those that have read books,

       And seen the seven wonders of the world,

       Fear what's above or what's below the ground,

       It's time that poverty should bolt the door.

      SHEMUS

      I'll have no bolts, for there is not a thing

       That walks above the ground or under it

       I had not rather welcome to this house

       Than any more of mankind, rich or poor.

      TEIG

      So that they brought us money.

      SHEMUS

      I heard say

       There's something that appears like a white bird,

       A pigeon or a seagull or the like,

       But if you hit it with a stone or a stick

       It clangs as though it had been made of brass,

       And that if you dig down where it was scratching

       You'll find a crock of gold.

      TEIG

      But dream of gold

       For three nights running, and there's always gold.

      SHEMUS

      You might be starved before you've dug it out.

      TEIG

      But maybe if you called, something would come,

       They have been seen of late.

      MARY

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