неділя, 9 травня 2010 р.

Robert Herrick: "To Daffodils"

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

2 коментарі:

  1. Det verkar finnas en särskild kärlek till påskliljan bland engelska poeter. Jag tänker på Wordsworth:

    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host of golden daffodils;
    Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
    ....
    ....

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  2. Tack, Bodil! Jatteroligt med Wordsworths "daffodils"!

    Jag laste Becketts dikt "thither" igar dar han namner Herricks "fair daffodils" (darifran Herricks dikt idag):

    thither
    a far cry
    for one
    so little
    fair daffodils
    march then

    then there
    then there

    then thence
    daffodils
    again
    march then
    again
    a far cry
    again
    for one
    so little

    [1976]

    (http://books.google.com/books?id=DFUc5K_J6JQC&pg=PA36&dq=thither+beckett&ei=F5nmS5K1JJOQyQTizentCQ&hl=uk&cd=2#v=onepage&q&f=false)

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