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Oscar Wilde: Theokritosz (Villanella)
Rcsai Rbert fordtsa 2008.02.23. 21:10
Oh, Persephon dalosa!
res, komor rteken t
Eszedbe jut Sziclia?
Theokritosz (Villanella)
Oh, Persephon dalosa!
res, komor rteken t
Eszedbe jut Sziclia?
Repkny kzt a mh szll dongva,
S rzi Amarillisz lmt;
Oh, Persephon dalosa!
Hecatt hvja Simtha,
Hol ugatnak a vadkutyk;
Eszedbe jut Sziclia?
Hol fny s tenger kacagsa
Szl, Polyphm siratja sorst;
Oh, Persephon dalosa!
S hol hallik a fik harca,
Ifj Daphnk prjuk hvjk;
Oh, Persephon dalosa!
Lakn a kecskjt adja,
Vidm psztorok vrnak rd;
Oh, Persephon dalosa!
Eszedbe jut Sziclia?
THEOCRITUS (A Villanelle)
O SINGER of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!
Simtha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!
And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
Dost thou remember Sicily?
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
