17 iun.
„Politics” de W.B. Yeats
| How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here’s a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there’s a politician That has both read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war’s alarms, But O that I were young again And held her in my arms |
Cum oare să mai fiu atent Privind această fată La Roma, Spania, Rusia şi Politica lor toată? Dar colo-i un bărbat umblat, El ştie ce vorbeşte, Dincoace-un politician Ce gândeşte şi citeşte, Şi poate-aşa-i cum ne-alarmează, Războaie prevestind – Dar o! dac-aş fi tânăr iar, Pe Ea la piept s-o prind! |
| W.B.Yeats | traducere de Grete Tartler |