Edgar Alan Po – Gavran (8)

 

Ovaj stvor u crnom plaštu, nasmeja mi tužnu maštu
Teškim, mrkim dostojanstvom, kojim čitav lik mu diše.
“Al’ ti kresta jadno visi”, rekoh, “kukavica nisi,
Strašni, mračni Gavran ti si, što sa žala Noći stiže,
Kako te na žalu zovu hadske noći otkud stiže?”
Reče Gavran: “Nikad više”.

(nastaviće se)

Ovaj stvor u crnom plaštu, nasmeja mi tužnu maštu teškim, mrkim dostojanstvom, kojim čitav lik mu diše.

 

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore–
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

 

(o motivima)