Аллен Гинзберг в переводах Михаила Гунина

1997

ОРИГИНАЛЫ

An Asphodel

     O dear sweet rosy          unattainable desire    . .how sad, no way          to change the mad     cultivated asphodel, the          visible reality. .     and skin's appalling          petals- how inspired     to be so Iying in the living          room drunk naked     and dreaming, in the absence          of electricity. .     over and over eating the low root          of the asphodel,     gray fate. .          rolling in generation

     on the flowery couch          as on a bank in Arden —     my only rose tonite's the treat          of my own nudity.

Song

     The weight of the world          is love.     Under the burden          of solitude,     under the burden          of dissatisfaction          the weight,     the weight we carry          is love.     Who can deny?          In dreams     it touches          the body,     in thought

          constructs     a miracle,          in imagination     anguishes          till born     in human —     looks out of the heart          burning with purity —     for the burden of life          is love,     but we carry the weight          wearily,     and so must rest     in the arms of love          at last,     must rest in the arms          of love.     No rest          without love,

     no sleep          without dreams     of love —          be mad or chill     obsessed with angels          or machines,     the final wish          is love     — cannot be bitter,          cannot deny,     cannot withhold          if denied:     the weight is too heavy          — must give     for no return          as thought     is given          in solitude     in all the excellence

          of its excess.     The warm bodies          shine together     in the darkness,          the hand moves     to the center          of the flesh,     the skin trembles          in happiness     and the soul comes          joyful to the eye —     yes, yes,          that's what     I wanted,          I always wanted,     I always wanted,          to return     to the body          where I was born.

Haiku