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понедельник, 10 ноября 2014

20:00

I wanna stay inside all day I want the world to go away I want blood, guts, and chocolate cake I wanna be a real fake

Прекрасное стихотворение Томаса Дилана сыграло на моих лингвистических чувствах. Столько вариантов его перевода, но смысл оригинала так или иначе искажается. На русском оно получается более мрачным и полным безысходности. На английском же куда сильнее выражается надежда

В общем, скорее бы увидеть этот фильм в оригинале *__*

“Do not go gentle into that good night"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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