Ç äèòèíñòâà ÿ íå áóâ òàêèì
ßê âñ³ — òàêîæ íå áà÷èâ
Î÷èìà ³íøèõ — òà íå ì³ã íåñòè
Ñâîþ æàãó ç ÷óæîãî äæåðåëà —
dz ñï³ëüíèõ âèòîê³â íå ì³ã ÿ áðàòè
Ñâ³é âëàñíèé á³ëü — ÷è ðàä³ñòþ ñ³ÿòè —
Êîõàòè ñåðöåì êîëåêòèâíèõ íîðì —
ß ñàì ëþáèâ ó âëàñíèé òîí!
 øàëåíèé ÷àñ äèòÿ÷èõ ìð³é —
Ç ãëèáèí ì³ñòè÷íèõ ÷óâ ÿ ñï³â —
Ïðî òå ÷èì º äîáðî ³ çëî
² öå â ìåí³ òîä³ çðîñëî —
ß ñòàâ ïðèêóòèì äî ñêàðá³â
Ùî ñõîäÿòü ³ç ÷åðâîíèõ ã³ð —
³ä ñîíöÿ, ìîðÿ, â³òðó, õâèëü —
² áëèñêàâêè ùî ð³æå íåáîñõèë —
³ä îñåí³ ÷èé çîëîòàâèé òîí,
Ìåíå îêóòóº ñïàäàþ÷èì ëèñòêîì —
² â³ä ãðîçè ïàëêîãî øòîðìó —
³ä õìàð ùî ìàëè ñõîæó ôîðìó
(ßê ðåøòà íåáà áóëà â ãîëóáèõ òîíàõ)
Íà äåìîíà â ìî¿õ î÷àõ —
Edgar Allan Poe — “Alone”
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=1060026
Ðóáðèêà: ˳ðèêà êîõàííÿ
äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 30.03.2026
àâòîð: Marila