Сонет N 58 Жизнь - сон

Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

From the wan dream that was her waking day,

Wherein she journeyed, borne along the ground

Without her own volition in some way,

Or fleeing, motionless, with feet fast bound,

Or running silent through a silent house

Sharply remembered from an earlier dream,

Upstairs, down other stairs, fearful to rouse,

Regarding him, the wide and empty scream

Of a strange sleeper on a malignant bed,

And all the time not certain if it were

Herself so doing or some one like to her,

From this wan dream that was her daily bread,

Sometimes, at night, incredulous, she would wake -

A child, blowing bubbles that the chairs and carpet

    did not break!

 

из цикла семнадцати сонетов: "an Ungrafted Tree"