10 sept.

„Rondelul jucătorului pierit” de Leonid Dimov

Era grădina ca un labirint
Şi, chiar la mijloc, o popicărie
Şi se vedea un jucător venind
Şi-n palma lui o barcă de hârtie.
Such were those gardens, like a maze, a maze,
And in their very midst a skittle-ground,
And I could see a player come apace,
And on his palm a paper boat, I found.
Doar râsete şi forme de argint
Mai rămâneau în seara zmeurie.
Era grădina ca un labirint
Şi, chiar în mijloc, o popicărie.
Laughs, only laughs, and shapes of silver blaze
Were left there in the raspberry skies around,
Such were those gardens, like a maze, a maze,
And in their very midst a skittle-ground.
Popicele-au căzut, alcătuind
Din clinchete şi râs o melodie,
Iar jucătorul, când am vrut să-l prind,
Ca la un semn pierise, căci pustie
Era grădina ca un labirint.
The skittles all had fallen in a craze
Of laughs commingled with a jingling sound.
The player had vanished out of these our days,
And empty were those gardens, as I found –
Such were those gardens, like a maze, a maze.
Poezie de Leonid Dimov Traducere de Dan Duţescu

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