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Автор: Анатолий БерлинНоминация: Поэтические переводы

Памятник, Пушкин

      Exegi monumentum
   Not made by human hand my pillar-like creation,
   The people’s path thereto will never disappear,
   Like Alexander’s shaft that rises over nation
   My Monument is one unruly seer.
   
   I will not wholly die — the soul in sacred lyre
   Will outlive my dust and will escape decay —
   And on the moonlit sphere my glory will not tire,
   As long as poets still remain.
   
   The rumor of my fame will march through vasty Russia,
   In every tongue my name will be repeated soon
   Alike by haughty Slav, by Finn and by compassioned
   Tungus and Kalmuck — polder’s loon.
   
   In coming aftertime the people still will read'em,
   All sympathetic lines my poetry evolved,
   Remembering the age I glorified the freedom,
   For mercy to the fallen called.
   
   Oh, Muse, poetic Muse, adhere to God’s commandments,
   Of insult unafraid, not asking for the crown,
   Indifferently take the praise and lie attendance,
   Don’t contradict a clown.

Дата публикации:04.03.2004 06:33