Текст песни ЧИТАЕТ АВТОР - Иосиф Бродский - С видом на море

with a view of the sea (I. Brodsky)
I. N. Medvedeva I

October. Morning in the morning
lies with a cheek on a breakwater.
Acacia pods in the wind,
like the rain on the roofing iron,
Tap the tap. Ray
the light that rose from the sea,
rather piercing than burning;
his piercing echoes,
the rowers on the oars
look at the snow teeth.

II

As long as the brave hand
Zuid-West, about invisible fingers,
combs the clouds,
in agaves of explosive and palm trees
producing a commotion,
made toilet without soap
a prophet taken by surprise
when creating an idol,
his first coffee drinks already
on the embankment in the negligee.

III

Then he jumps, crossed,
in the surf, but in the melee fight
it crashes. Getting
in a press kiosk yesterday,
it is housed in one
from aluminum seats;
decay bunkers upside down,
smoke on the horizon cruiser,
and algae dry on
nape flat boulder.

IV

Then he leaves the Breg.
He climbs uphill without effort.
He returns to the ark
from oleander and bougainvillea,
so fused with a mountain,
that the bottom flows as if,
sometimes through thickets at times
at the bottom of the creek;
and the table stands in the ark,
long abandoned livestock.

V

Pen. Inkwell. Heat.
And linoleum clings to the soles ...
And the speech runs from under the pen
not about the future, but about the past;
then that the author of these lines,
whose astuteness the golden eagle
could envy, the prophet,
which is now refuted,
having lost a thirst to prophesy,
on the lyre trying to clank.

VI

Come to the sea in off-season,
in addition to material benefits,
has that still reason,
that this is temporary, but the way out
for the brackets of the year, from the gate
prison. Chuckling crookedly,
let Time does not take bribes -
Space, friend, money-loving!
The eagle of the two-
four time corrected!

VII

Here vineyards from the hill
they run a dark green fat.
Mistresses are white houses
here they are stoked with a pinkish beech.
An evening cock crowed.
Twisting a slow somersault,
the moon will not crash
about the smooth surface of asphalt:
her and the darkness of other stars
The bay would easily fit.

VIII

When so much behind
in particular, grief,
support someone's do not wait,
get on the train, get off by the sea.
It is more extensive. It
and deeper. This superiority -
not too joyful. But
so if you feel orphaned,
it's better in those places, whose kind
excites, rather than sarcastically.