Ральф Эмерсон – The Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson / Стихотворения (страница 63)
Не примирить:
Сей про люд, а сей для дел;
Второй дал град и флот,
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But it runs wild,
And doth the man unking.
’T is fit the forest fall,
The steep be graded,
The mountain tunnelled,
The sand shaded,
The orchard planted,
The glebe tilled,
The prairie granted,
The steamer built.
Let man serve law for man;
Live for friendship, live for love,
For truth’s and harmony’s behoof;
The state may follow how it can,
As Olympus follows Jove.
Yet do not I implore
The wrinkled shopman to my sounding woods,
Nor bid the unwilling senator
Ask votes of thrushes in the solitudes.
Every one to his chosen work; —
Foolish hands may mix and mar;
Wise and sure the issues are.
Round they roll till dark is light,
Sex to sex, and even to odd; —
The over-god
Who marries Right to Might,
Who peoples, unpeoples, —
He who exterminates
Black by white faces, —
Knows to bring honey
Out of the lion;
Grafts gentlest scion
On pirate and Turk.
The Cossack eats Poland,
Like stolen fruit;
Her last noble is ruined,
Her last poet mute:
Straight, into double band
The victors divide;
Half for freedom strike and stand; —
The astonished Muse finds thousands at her side.
Astræa
Each the herald is who wrote
His rank, and quartered his own coat.
There is no king nor sovereign state
That can fix a hero’s rate;
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Горазд крутить,
И человека съел.
Он годен лес валить,
Откосы крепить,
Туннели пробить,
Пески срыть;
Сад посадили,
Плуг пущен в ход,
Степь возродили,
Нов пароход.
Пусть службу нам закон несёт,
Даст дружбе и любви расцвет;
В гармонии и правде прок;
А следом пусть страна идёт, 
