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Что получается, когда мрачный ирландский художник-модернист берется иллюстрировать мрачного ирландского поэта-модерниста? Если этот художник - один из лучших витражных мастеров своего времени, то получается мрачно, но очень хорошо.

Seven dog-days we let pass
Naming Queens in Glenmacnass,
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains


Etain, Helen, Maeve and Fand,
Golden Deirdre's Tender Hand,


Bert the Bigfoot, Sung by Villon
Cassandra, Ronsard found in Lyon.


The Queens of Sheba, Meath and Connaught
Coifed with crown, or gaudy bonnet,


Queens whose finger once did stir men,
Queens were eaten of fleas and vermin,
Queens men drew like Monna Lisa,
Or slew with drugs in Rome and Pisa,


We named Lucrezia Crivelli,
And Titian’s lady with amber belly,
Queens acquainted in learned sin,
Jane of Jewry’s slender shin:


Queens who cut the bogs of Glanna,
Judith of Scripture, and Gloriana,


Queens who wasted the East by proxy
Or drove the ass-cart, a tinker’s doxy,


Yet these are rotten–I ask their pardon–
And we’ve the sun on rock and garden,


These are rotten, so you’re the Queen
Of all are living, or have been.

Стихи Дж. М. Синг, витражи, соответственно - Гарри Кларк.