Charles Baudelaire Swimming
Maxim du Can
1
For a young man in the night watching prints,
Behind each shaft is a distance, beyond each distance there is a shaft.
How this world is great in the rays of a working lamp!
Ah, in my memory, how infinitely small!
On one rainy day, in the anguish of the inhuman,
Without enduring hardships, under the rasp of anchors,
We go to the ship - and there is a meeting
The immensity of dreams with the limits of the seas.
What pushes us in the way? Those - hatred of the fatherland,
Those - boredom hearth, still others - in the shade
Circe eyelashes who left half the life -
Hope to defend the remaining days.
In the circe gardens, so as not to become cattle,
They swim, swim, float in the stupor of feelings,
While the burns of the ice and the suns of sheer flames
Do not etch traces of magical lips.
But true swimmers are the ones that swim without a goal:
Floating - to swim! The swallowers of latitudes,
That every dawn cope with housewarming
And even in the hour of death they say: forward!
Look at the cloud: this is the image of their desires!
As an adolescent - love, as a recruit - buckshot,
So the edge is desired by him, to whom the names
Hitherto has not found a human speech yet.
2
Oh God! We ball rolling like,
Twisting tops! And in the dreams of the night
Us Fever is beating - like that Archangel angry
Invisible scourge of quivering worlds.
Oh, strange game with a moving target!
Not being anywhere, the goal can be - everywhere!
A game where a person hunts for a shadow,
Behind the ghost of the boat on ghostly water ...
Our soul is a ship going to Eldorado.
In a blessed country leads - what kind of strait?
Suddenly, among the mountains and the abyss and hydra of the sea of hell -
Shout of the officer: - Paradise! Love! Bliss is Reef.
The smallest islet, which is seen by the sentinel,
We see a land with fruits of amber,
Azure water and emerald turf.
The basalt cliff shows us the dawn.
Oh, a miserable madcap, always shouting: shore!
Feed it with swell, or chain it in a chain, -
An innocent liar, an inventor of the Americas,
From the fiction of someone else, the surface is even thicker.
So an old pedestrian, spending the night in a ditch,
Vperaetsya in the dream of all the power of the pupil.
Enough is enough for him to see Rya,
A flashing candle on the attic tower.
3
Wonderful swimmers! What a narrative
Get up from your eyes - bottomless of the seas!
Show us, opening the boxes of memories,
Treasures, which did not see Nereus.
Smack us forward - without sails and a couple!
Show us (on linen stretched canvas
So once the hand of the eye showed the charm)
Their visions framed in blue.
What did you see that?
4
- Constellations. And the swell,
And the yellow sands, which we are burning,
But, despite the storms of blows, the reefs are clods, -
Ah, there's nothing to hide! "We were bored, like here."
Lilac sea in the crown of evening glory,
Sea cities in tiara from the rays
Born in us longing, more reliable than poison,
As a warrior to turn on the field of glory - this.
Slender bridges, glorious buildings,
Alas, at least once compared with hail -
What from the heavenly clouds erects the Case-Genius ...
And the eyes that saw Eden were dull.
From the sweets of the earth - The dream is even more cruel!
A dream, an eternal oak, nourished by the earth!
The higher you grow, the more you want
Reach to heaven with their sun and moon.
You'll grow to the point, the tree - cypress
For you, we were brought from the seas
This facade of the palace, this profile of the cape, -
All of you, to whom the thing the farther away - the dear!
We welcomed the idols with trunks,
From the porphyry pillars watching the world.
Threads such - palaces, such a rise - a stone,
That from one dream - bankrupt would be - a banker ...
More reliable than wine is heady outfits,
Women, painted in henna - up to the nail leg,
And the bronze husbands in the green rings are a reptile ...
5
- And what, and what - more?
6th
"Oh, children's brains!"
But in order not to forget the outcome of our wanderings:
From the palm tree to the ice moss,
Everywhere - everywhere - everywhere - throughout the earthly space
We saw all the same comedy of sin:
Her, the slave of the day, with the childishness of the female
Standing on the fifth thinking mind,
He, slave slaves: what's in the hut, what's in the castle
Hereditary - always - everywhere - slave slaves!
A tormentor in flowers and a martyr in wounds,
Gluttony on blood and dancing on the bones,
The resignation of crowds of unbridled tyrants, -
Lords, carrying fear, slaves, sweep the dust.
With a dozen or two - the only religions,
Everyone is constantly leading to paradise - and completely introducing
The asceticism, so bearing the beliefs,
Like sybarity - silk and voluptuousness - fur.
Moody kind of human, two-day affairs
Bouncing. The wrestler, asleep in the struggle,
Casting the Creator through the underworld of the flame:
"My equal!" My Lord! Curse you!
And a few minds, lovers of Madness,
Deciding to reduce a boring life day
And in the opium of the seas diving without thinking, -
Here is Mother Earth's eternal bulletin!
7th
The fruitless and bitter science of distant wanderings is:
Today, as yesterday, before the grave -
Our whole face meets us in space:
An oasis of horror in the sandy melancholy.
To run away? Stay? Run! Chains a burden -
Sit down. One, like a mole, sits, the other runs,
Just to deceive the dashing old man - Time.
There is a tribe of runners. It is like the Eternal Jew.
And as apostles, on all seas and land
It rushes. Kill the called day -
Neither the sail is fast nor the steam. Other Souls
And four walls cope with the enemy.
At the moment when the villain overtakes us - the whole faith
Return to us, and again we will exclaim: - Forward!
As at dawn in
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