ДОРОТИ ПАРКЕР
ПИИТ
(Перевод: Роман Дин)

Он мастер краткой трелью щебетать,
Но не рождалось соловьиных нот
В груди, что ранил о шипы опять,
Как ни поет.

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THE MINOR POET
by DOROTHY PARKER, 1893 - 1967

His little trills and chirpings were his best.
No music like the nightingale's was born
Within his throat; but he, too, laid his breast
Upon a thorn.