Strings in the earth and air

     Make music sweet;

Strings by the river where

     The willows meet.

There's music along the river

          For Love wanders there,

Pale flowers on his mantle,

   Dark leaves on his hair.

All softly playing.

      With head to the music bent,

And fingers straying

      Upon an instrument.

 

The twilight turns from amethyst

             To deep and deeper blue,

The lamp fills with a pale green glow

             The trees of the avenue.

The old piano plays an air.

             Sedate and slow and gay;

She bends upon the yellow keys,

              Her head inclines this way.

Shy thoughts and grave wide eyes and hands

              That wander as they list —

The twilight turns to darker blue

              With lights of amethyst.

 

Chamber Music, by James Joyce

http://publicdomainreview.org/2012/02/03/james-joy...er-music-1918-american-edition/

 

 

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      И струны земные,

Глубокие струи,      

        Где ивы речные.

Тaм бродит Любовь      

        Среди сумерек мглистых,

Нa мaнтии желтой      

        Увядшие листья.

Игрaет, игрaет,      

        Томясь и тоскуя…

И пaльцы блуждaют      

        По струнaм вслепую.

 

Вечерний сумрaк - aметист -