художеств.перевод / Стихи для перевода

The Secret Song Margaret Wise Brown Who saw the petals drop from the rose? I, said the spider. But nobody knows. Who saw the sunset flash on a bird? I, said the fish But nobody heard. Who saw the fog come over the sea? I, said the pigeon Only me. Who saw the first green light of the sun? I, said the night owl, The only one. Who saw the moss creep over the stone? I, said the grey fox, All alone.

Successful Failure Robert William Service I wonder if successful men Are always happy? And do they sing with gusto when Springtime is sappy? Although I am of snow-white hair And nighly mortal, Each time I sniff the April air I chortle. I wonder if a millionaire Jigs with enjoyment, Having such heaps of time to spare For daft employment. For as I dance the Highland Fling My glee is muckle, And doping out new songs to sing I chuckle. I wonder why so soon forgot Are fame and riches; Let cottage comfort be my lot With well-worn britches. As in a pub a poor unknown, Brown ale quaffing, To think of all I'll never own,-- I'm laughing.