4.(Переходя к небольшому анализу) Но нужно пояснить и концепцию стиха, поскольку оно может показаться странным, если не знать (понимать), на что оно направлено: лиричное, и главная идея заключена не в Джекиле и Хайде, которые являются вспомогательными образами, а в следующем – создав Хайда, доктор Джекил вначале пытался найти лекарство (“cure”), с помощью которого он бы избавился от мистера Хайда, но в итоге ему ничего другого не осталось, как принять яд (“poison”), т.е. убить, таким образом освободив, обоих; поэтому в начале стихотворения и присутствует эта антитеза с лекарством и ядом, которая позволяет перейти к основному замыслу: лирическому герою не нужно принимать яд, ведь для него лекарством (также освобождающим душу) выступают слова возлюбленной(ого), делающими его снова "чистым" (“pure”), таким же, как и он(а) (возлюбленный/ая) сам(а); а эта чистота приводится как антитеза к порокам мистера Хайда…
P.S.Мне кажется эта история красивой (может даже, красивее, чем само стихотворение) и не такой печальной, как у Джекила и Хайда Стивенсона…
Pure: Poison. The 2nd Part
…You can give me your great poison,
And my black soul will be frozen;
But because of all my sin, -
Do you know, I’ll never die?..
Because I will burn in Hell,
And I’ll feel it by myself;
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust -
I am here at the last…
I’m the dead girl in the flesh;
I’m the freak on the long leash;
So I’m praying by a Trinity,
That I’ll be joined in the Infinity…
When you come to my grave,
You will never be the same;
You’ll suggest, you will be late,
But, my dear, it’s okey!..
(02.12.18.) Иллюстрация авторская: 2015 год.
Our Hive/and my sad poetry…
You will always hold me tight -
I will make you feel so right;
You should know – we’re out of time:
We’re the Catchers in the Rye…
Within me I feel the Life,
I’m the Queen-bee in our Hive;
I’ve been waiting for so long,
When we will be enough strong…
The most attractive way of life -
It’s when you can not tell a lie;
But you can lie next to me,
I’ll let you be mine King-bee…
Do you know we can be heroes?
Can you feel this scent of roses?..
And we can destroy our foes;
I feel the real myself in my sad poems…
in which I meet with all my vice,
that you can see in real size;
And after writing I can rise
to shining stars, to know, what’s wise;
Despite the Dark, I’m coming through,
Separate the lies from the truth;
And I’ll forgive internal foes,
cos’ feel the real myself in these sad poems!..
15.12.18; 15:20-15:50. Иллюстрация авторская: 2015 год.
To some1, who despairs…
Seems like it’s burning on the fire,
And everything is on the wire –
Do not lower your hands down;
Keep calm at screaming of mad crowd;
And I will ask you keep your head;
Despite the pain – just go ahead;
And you will go through utter darkness,
Don’t stumble and don’t fall on knees;
But when you, dear, rise to light, -
Please, be not proud, but be quiet!
Oh yes, you overcame this path,
But there’s so much, that you should pass…
You should never refuse the help –
Use to feel it by your pelt.
Don’t melt into the background –
You should see what’s going around…
And at the end, – believe your heart
and sane, – because it’s very smart;
Your soul will never tip a lie,
And you should try to feel the life…
17.12.18; 16:35-17:00. Иллюстрация авторская: 2015 год.
We are the Future…
Catch me,
if you can live – not exist;
if you can obey – resist;
if you don’t feel the insist;
if you’re happy, at the least;
Catch me!..
But I know you can’t catch me:
You are not you want to be –
You are what you ought to be,
So you are just not like me.
Cos I am the happiest person,
Feel this light inside my burn soul;
So I will burn all your fears,
To I will not see your tears.
I will make your desert green,
And I have something to bring
Peace to your combating world:
Answer – is the love in World!..
Hear this voice inside your head,
That will not tell you a bad;
Trust yourself from head to toe,
And, my dear, we must go.
Cos we have to make a feat
And come back without defeat,
Because it all starts with us;
We’re the Future – not the Past!..
We must write our own History,
That can have a some of mystery;
We’ll interpretate the prophesy –
We’ll be wise and honestly!..
We can solve this strange enigma,
That’s cyphered with the sigma:
We will put it all in a section,
That will be close to perfection…
25.12.18; 19:10-19:50. Иллюстрация авторская: 2015 год.
My main secret
It’s just the sad poems,
With nothing to say;
No matter, what goes,
You live with your great aim…
Do you know, it’s a fake:
You can’t make a mistake?
I’ll tell you all the true –
I’ll wait courage from you!..
I am unarmed, but don’t kill me –
I’ll fill with wisdom eager sane;
You have to be ready to know –
One – Two – Tree! Ready – Set – Go!
Do you suppose, it’s very hard
to be kind, honest and be smart? -
Oh, but, my dear, it’s not hard –
You should live free and open heart!..
And at the end, make a confession:
My philosophy’s vaccination –
Don’t complicate it – secret is
that there are no the mysteries…
