01 mart.
„Sonnet XXIX” de Elizabeth Barrett Browning
| I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad leaves, and soon there ‘s nought to see Except the straggling green which hides the wood. Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood I will not have my thoughts instead of thee Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should, Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare, And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee Drop heavily down,-burst, shattered, everywhere! Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee And breathe within thy shadow a new air, I do not think of thee-I am too near thee. |
Gândind la tine, gândurile mele ca viţele sălbatice-nconjoară copacul, ce sub verdea lor povară abia se vede prin frunzişuri grele. Şi totuşi nu vreau, nalte palmier, aceste gânduri locul tău să-l ţină; tu-mi eşti mai scump. Arată-te-n lumină, un trunchi ce pururi tinde către cer. Tu lasă deci lianele-nnodate să cadă-n fine de pe trunchiul tău. Te văd, te-aud, - o, bucurii depline! - respir în umbra ta, şi-ades se poate să uit astfel a mă gândi la tine. Sunt prea aproape ca s-o fac mereu. |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | traducere de Veronica Porumbacu |