Cateodata in mijlocul toamnei de George Orwell- poezie in engleza
Cateodata in mijlocul toamnei|Sometimes in the middle autumn days de George Orwell este un poem in care toamna este atat de sumbra si mohorata incat ti se face urat si frica si.. parca iti vine sa strigi:
- Sunt vie, sunt viu..!
Multitudinea de epitete si personificari englezesti, precum cea a copacului privit ca o fiinta despuiata si insingurata|"Each tree a being, rapt, alone " si a oaselor atotstiitoare|as the bones know, te fac sa-ti amintesti cat de deplorabila poate fi o toamna englezeasca.
Sometimes in the middle autumn days,
The windless days when the swallows have flown,
And the sere elms brood in the mist,
Each tree a being, rapt, alone,
I know, not as in barren thought,
But wordlessly, as the bones know,
What quenching of my brain, what numbness,
Wait in the dark grave where I go.
And I see the people thronging the street,
The death-marked people, they and I
Goalless, rootless, like leaves drifting,
Blind to the earth and to the sky;
Nothing believing, nothing loving,
Not in joy nor in pain, not heeding the stream
Of precious life that flows within us,
But fighting, toiling as in a dream.
So shall we in the rout of life
Some thought, some faith, some meaning save,
And speak it once before we go
In silence to the silent grave …
Limba in citate, aforisme si maxime
Despre poezie cu domnul Lucian Blaga
Cum a aparut toamna pe Pamant- via Je Regarde
- Sunt vie, sunt viu..!
"Daca vrei sa anticipezi viitorul, imagineaza-ti o gheata strivind iremediabil o fata umana.." "1984" de George Orwell |
Sometimes in the middle autumn days,
The windless days when the swallows have flown,
And the sere elms brood in the mist,
Each tree a being, rapt, alone,
I know, not as in barren thought,
But wordlessly, as the bones know,
What quenching of my brain, what numbness,
Wait in the dark grave where I go.
And I see the people thronging the street,
The death-marked people, they and I
Goalless, rootless, like leaves drifting,
Blind to the earth and to the sky;
Nothing believing, nothing loving,
Not in joy nor in pain, not heeding the stream
Of precious life that flows within us,
But fighting, toiling as in a dream.
So shall we in the rout of life
Some thought, some faith, some meaning save,
And speak it once before we go
In silence to the silent grave …
Limba in citate, aforisme si maxime
Despre poezie cu domnul Lucian Blaga
Cum a aparut toamna pe Pamant- via Je Regarde
Cateodata in mijlocul toamnei de George Orwell- poezie in engleza
Reviewed by Diana Popescu
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septembrie 30, 2013
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