William Butler Yeats
Dublin, June 13, 1865 – Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, Jan. 28, 1939
Leda and the Swan
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? |
Léda és a hattyú
Egy gyors ütés! A roppant szárnycsapás,
a rémült lány combját cirógató hártyás fekete láb – nyakába vás a csőr: nyílt mellén tollak, mint a hó.
E tollas test malasztját kis keze
mint űzze oldódó combjaitól? E fehér forgatagban érez-e mást, mint hogy a roppant szív hol dobol?
Egy lágyékborzongás okozta vert
falak omlását, tornyokét, tetőkét, s Agamemnon halálát. Győztesen ha már az ég nyers vére szállta meg, erőt s tudást kapott-e, mielőtt még a csőr elejtette közömbösen?
Fordította: Görgey Gábor
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Leda and the Swan
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? |
Leda i labud
Iznenadan nalet: još biju velika krila puna žudi
Nad devojkom što posrće, bedra joj miluju
Tamne opnice kandži, zatiljak zarobljen u kljunu,
Na svoja prsa on pritiska njene bespomoćne grudi.
Kako mogu da odgurnu ti uplašeni, neodlučni prsti
Pernatu slavu s opuštenih bedara? I telom
Zar može da ne oseti pod navalom belom
Udare neobičnog srca kako su u ležištu čvrsti.
Onda u bokovima nastane trzaj koji
Izrodi probijen zid, plamen gusti na krovu
i na kuli; Agamemnona mrtvog.
Savladana kad je bila
Zverskom krvlju vazduha, da li je mogla da spoji
Njegovo znanje sa njegovom snagom pre no što je pusti
Ravnodušni kljun, da klone i padne niz krila?
Prevod: Miodrag Pavlović
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