Anatoly Vorobey (avva) wrote,
Anatoly Vorobey
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W.B.Yeats

To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing

Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours’ eyes?
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.

Две заметки на полях. Во-первых, третья с конца строка отзывается в голове только одним сразу - "Молчи, скрывайся, и таи".

Во-вторых, уже несколько недель, с тех пор, как прочитал это в свежекупленном сборнике Йейтса, не могу забыть эту уничтожающе меткую характеристику

...one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours’ eyes...

Как точно она схватывает некую важную суть. Как точно под ее определение некоторые известные личности, в том числе и в ЖЖ. Имена неважны, важно то, как хорошо схвачено главное.
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