William Butler Yeats Leda and the Swan – Léda és a hattyú – Leda i labud

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

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