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„An Irish Airman Foresees His Death” de William Butler Yeats

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
Viaţă şi moarte
Nu lege, nici plată mă fac să lupt,
Nici public – nici aplauze şi flori,
Sunt condus doar de-al sângelui tumult
Când singur zbor departe, printre nori;
Am cântărit tot, am judecat tot,
Anii ce vin n-au însemnătate,
Anii trecuţi nu merită un zlot –
Cât această viaţă,-această moarte.
William Butler Yeats traducere de Petru Dimofte

1 comentariu la “„An Irish Airman Foresees His Death” de William Butler Yeats”

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    Dan Costinaş spune:

    poemul complet:

    I know that I shall meet my fate
    Somewhere among the clouds above;
    Those that I fight I do not hate,
    Those that I guard I do not love;
    My country is Kiltartan Cross,
    My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
    No likely end could bring them loss
    Or leave them happier than before.
    Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
    Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
    A lonely impulse of delight
    Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
    I balanced all, brought all to mind,
    The years to come seemed waste of breath,
    A waste of breath the years behind
    In balance with this life, this death.

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