Стихотворения

Счастливей короля!

(Апрель 1932)

A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS AN ANCIENT MARINER

I met with a ancient scribelleer
As I scoured the pirates' sea
His sailes were alullt at nought coma null
Not raise the wind could he.

The bann of Bull, the sign of Sam
Burned crimson on his brow.
And I rocked at the rig of his bricabrac brig
With K.O. 11 on his prow

Shakefears & Coy danced poor old joy
And some of their steps were corkers
As they shook the last shekels like phantom freckels
His pearls that had poisom porkers

The gnome Norbert read rich bills of fare
The ghosts of his deep debauches
But there was no bibber to slip that scribber
The price of a box of matches

For all cried, Schuft! He has lost the Luft
That made his U. boat go
And what a weird leer wore that scribelleer
As his wan eye winked with woe.

He dreamed of the goldest sands uprolled
By the silviest Beach of Beaches
And to watch it dwindle gave him Kugelkopfschwindel
Till his eyeboules bust their stitches

His hold shipped seas with a drunkard's ease
And its deadweight grew and grew
While the witless wag still waived his flag
Jemmyrend's white and partir's blue.

His tongue stuck out with a dragon's drouth
For a sluice of schweppes and brandy
And but for the glows on his roseate nose
You'd have staked your goat he was Ghandi.

For the Yanks and Japs had made off with his traps!
So that stripped to the stern he clung
While, increase of a cross, an Albatross
Abaft his nape was hung.

(October 1932)

ПОРТРЕТ ХУДОЖНИКА КАК СТАРОГО МОРЕХОДА

Я долго плавал в пиратских морях,
Знавал и шторм и грозу.
И мне повстречался старый мудряк
С повязкой на левом глазу.

Его заклеймил Папаша Буль
И Дядюшка Сэм отверг.