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Олена Балера (1974)

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Коментатор Ночі Вітер, [ 2017-05-21 18:03:48 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

)))!!!
Коментатор е ю, [ 2017-05-21 19:16:49 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Час... цікава й навіть дещо загадкова категорія (умоглядна)... чи то закономірність?.. або координата)
Невмолимий Хронос... А чи веселий Кайрос?
Вічність... а чи миттєвість?
Те, що усе породжує і його ж – руйнує...
Таке вже наше, НЕумоглядне життя!..
)
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-05-21 19:44:37 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Дякую, Юрію, за цікаві роздуми!
Коментатор Богдан Манюк, [ 2017-05-23 08:06:05 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Повернувся зі свого чергового відрядження, де час і філософія - тісно пов'язані. Глибина Ваших роздумів і поетичність, як завжди, вражають.
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-05-23 23:18:50 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Дякую, Богдане! А мене навпаки тимчасова неможливість подорожувати спонукає до філософських роздумів :)
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-06-24 12:43:04 ],
на сторінці поезії     "Романтика (переклад з Джозефа Ред’ярда Кіплінґа)"   Балера Олена

Joseph Rudyard Kipling

The King

"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said;
"With bone well carved He went away,
Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead,
And jasper tips the spear to-day.
Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance,
And He with these. Farewell, Romance!"

"Farewell, Romance!" the Lake-folk sighed;
"We lift the weight of flatling years;
The caverns of the mountain-side
Hold him who scorns our hutted piers.
Lost hills whereby we dare not dwell,
Guard ye his rest. Romance, farewell!"

"Farewell, Romance!" the Soldier spoke;
"By sleight of sword we may not win,
But scuffle 'mid uncleanly smoke
Of arquebus and culverin.
Honour is lost, and none may tell
Who paid good blows. Romance, farewell!"

"Farewell, Romance!" the Traders cried;
"Our keels have lain with every sea;
The dull-returning wind and tide
Heave up the wharf where we would be;
The known and noted breezes swell
Our trudging sails. Romance, farewell!"

"Good-bye, Romance!" the Skipper said;
"He vanished with the coal we burn.
Our dial marks full-steam ahead,
Our speed is timed to half a turn.
Sure as the ferried barge we ply
'Twixt port and port. Romance, good-bye!"

"Romance!" the season-tickets mourn,
"He never ran to catch His train,
But passed with coach and guard and horn –
And left the local – late again!"
Confound Romance!... And all unseen
Romance brought up the nine-fifteen.

His hand was on the lever laid,
His oil-can soothed the worrying cranks,
His whistle waked the snowbound grade,
His fog-horn cut the reeking Banks;
By dock and deep and mine and mill
The Boy-god reckless laboured still!

Robed, crowned and throned, He wove His spell,
Where heart-blood beat or hearth-smoke curled,
With unconsidered miracle,
Hedged in a backward-gazing world;
Then taught His chosen bard to say:
"Our King was with us – yesterday!"
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-06-24 12:49:06 ],
на сторінці поезії     "Ветерани (переклад з Джозефа Ред’ярда Кіплінґа)"   Балера Олена

Joseph Rudyard Kipling

The Veterans

Written for the Gathering of Survivors the Indian Mutiny,
Albert Hall, 1907

To-day, across our fathers' graves,
The astonished years reveal
The remnant of that desperate host
Which cleansed our East with steel.

Hail and farewell! We greet you here,
With tears that none will scorn –
O Keepers of the House of old,
Or ever we were born!

One service more we dare to ask –
Pray for us, heroes, pray,
That when Fate lays on us our task
We do not shame the Day!
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-06-25 08:00:36 ],
на сторінці поезії     ""Місто з латуні" (переклад з Джозефа Ред’ярда Кіплінґа)"   Балера Олена

Joseph Rudyard Kipling

"The City of Brass"

“Here was a people whom after their works
thou shalt see wept over for their lost dominion:
and in this palace is the last information
respecting lords collected in the dust.” –

The Arabian Nights.

In a land that the sand overlays – the ways to her gates are untrod –
A multitude ended their days whose gates were made splendid by God,
Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,
And of these is a story written: but Allah Alone knoweth all!

When the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilated.
They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created –
To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorrow –
To declare: “We prepare it to-day and inherit to-morrow.”
They chose themselves prophets and priests of minute understanding,
Men swift to see done, and outrun, their extremest commanding –
Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversions of Justice –
Panders avowed to the crowd whatsoever its lust is.

Swiftly these pulled down the walls that their fathers had made them –
The impregnable ramparts of old, they razed and relaid them
As playgrounds of pleasure and leisure, with limitless entries,
And havens of rest for the wastrels where once walked the sentries;
And because there was need of more pay for the shouters and marchers,
They disbanded in face of their foemen their yeomen and archers.
They replied to their well-wishers’ fears – to their enemies laughter,
Saying: “Peace! We have fashioned a God Which shall save us hereafter.
We ascribe all dominion to man in his factions conferring,
And have given to numbers the Name of the Wisdom unerring.”

They said: “Who has hate in his soul? Who has envied his neighbour?
Let him arise and control both that man and his labour.”
They said: “Who is eaten by sloth? Whose unthrift has destroyed him?
He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed him.”
They said: “Who hath toiled, who hath striven, and gathered possession?
Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgression.”
They said: “Who is irked by the Law? Though we may not remove it.
If he lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it!
So the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased him,
The slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released him.

As for their kinsmen far off, on the skirts of the nation,
They harried all earth to make sure none escaped reprobation.
They awakened unrest for a jest in their newly-won borders,
And jeered at the blood of their brethren betrayed by their orders.
They instructed the ruled to rebel, their rulers to aid them;
And, since such as obeyed them not fell, their Viceroys obeyed them.
When the riotous set them at naught they said: “Praise the upheaval!
For the show and the world and the thought of Dominion is evil!”
They unwound and flung from them with rage, as a rag that defied them,
The imperial gains of the age which their forefathers piled them.
They ran panting in haste to lay waste and embitter for ever
The wellsprings of Wisdom and Strengths which are Faith and Endeavour.
They nosed out and digged up and dragged forth and exposed to derision
All doctrine of purpose and worth and restraint and prevision:

And it ceased, and God granted them all things for which they had striven,
And the heart of a beast in the place of a man’s heart was given.
When they were fullest of wine and most flagrant in error,
Out of the sea rose a sign – out of Heaven a terror.
Then they saw, then they heard, then they knew – for none troubled to hide it,
A host had prepared their destruction, but still they denied it.
They denied what they dared not abide if it came to the trail;
But the Sward that was forged while they lied did not heed their denial.
It drove home, and no time was allowed to the crowd that was driven.
The preposterous-minded were cowed – they thought time would be given.
There was no need of a steed nor a lance to pursue them;
It was decreed their own deed, and not a chance, should undo them.
The tares they had laughingly sown were ripe to the reaping.
The trust they had leagued to disown was removed from their keeping.
The eaters of other men’s bread, the exempted from hardship,
The excusers of impotence fled, abdicating their wardship,
For the hate they had taught through the State brought the State no defender,
And it passed from the roll of the Nations in headlong surrender!
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-06-25 08:07:06 ],
на сторінці поезії     "Шлях пілігрима (переклад з Джозефа Ред’ярда Кіплінґа)"   Балера Олена

Joseph Rudyard Kipling

A Pilgrim's Way

I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way
Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.
If these are added I rejoice - if not, I shall not mind
So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.
For as we come and as we go (and deadly soon go we!)
The people, lord, Thy people, are good enough for me.

Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright
(Though none are more amazed than I when I by chance do right)
And I will pity foolish men for woe their sins have bred
(Though ninety-nine percent of mine I brought on my own head)
And Amorite or Eremite or General Averagee
The people, Lord, Thy people are good enough for me

And when the bore me overmuch, I will not shake mine ears
Recalling many thousand such whom I have bored to tears
And when they labour to impress I will not doubt nor scoff
Since I myself have done no less and sometimes pulled it off
Yea as we are and we are not and we pretend to be
The people, lord, Thy people, are good enough for me.

And when they work me random wrong as oftentimes hath been
I will not cherish hate too long (my hands are none too clean)
And when they do me random good I will not feign surprise
No more than those whom I have cheered with wayside courtesies
But as we give and as we take - whate'er our takings be)
The people, lord, Thy people, are good enough for me.

But when I meet with frantic folk who sinfully declare
There is no pardon for their sin, the same I will not spare
Till I have proved that Heaven and Hell which in our hearts we have
Show nothing irredeemable on either side the grave
For as we live and as we die - if utter Death there be
The people, lord, Thy people, are good enough for me.

Deliver me from every pride - the Middle, High and Low
That bars me from a brother's side, whatever pride he show
And purge me from all heresies of thought and speech and pen
That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. Amen
That I might sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company
That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree
To provr the same by deed and name, and hold unshakenly
(Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbour be)
This single faith in Life and Death and to Eternity
" The people, lord, Thy people, are good enough for me."
Коментатор Ярослав Чорногуз, [ 2017-08-24 23:45:49 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

І мудро написано, і легко читається, ростете, Олено. Давненько Вас не було. Певно, минув період накопичення і дав свої якісні плоди, як цей! Вітаю!)))
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-08-25 08:09:44 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Дякую, Ярославе, за Вашу думку! Радію, якщо період мовчання не зашкодив мені.
Коментатор Любов Бенедишин, [ 2017-08-25 21:08:53 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Часом той опік - на все життя...
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-08-25 22:42:45 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Не хотілось би, щоб на все життя. Дякую, пані Любо!
Коментатор Ночі Вітер, [ 2017-08-25 22:47:42 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Побудова вІрша химерна)))Мо, помиляюсь?))) З пов. В.
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-08-25 23:00:41 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Що Ви маєте на увазі, пане Володимире?
Коментатор Сонце Місяць, [ 2017-10-12 06:02:33 ],
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а післязавтра - то взагалі трансцендентальна матерія, у цій нашій матриці
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-10-12 23:43:20 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Цікава думка! Це тема для наступних поезій - і післязавтра, і позавчора.
Коментатор Богдан Манюк, [ 2017-10-14 12:20:17 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Буде оригінальний філософський цикл про час
Коментатор Редакція Майстерень, [ 2017-10-15 21:53:13 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

О, щодо часу, то його і справді не і снує, напевно ). Є проміжок між різними однотипними подіями, хоча такі події і одна якість , одне ціле )
Коментатор Олена Балера, [ 2017-10-20 23:38:50 ],
на сторінці поезії     "***"   Балера Олена

Дякую за увагу, пане Володимире! Я дуже мало знаю про час в науковому сенсі, але переконана в одному: якщо його використовувати ефективно і з розумом, - гори можна звернути.
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