Edgar Alan Po – Gavran (12)

 

Al’ taj stvor u crnom plaštu, još mi u smeh goni maštu,
Ja naslonjač tad okrenuh bisti, gde se Gavran njiše
Na baršun mi glava klonu, te misao sabrah onu,
Tu misao tužnu, bolnu; kakvu meni sudbu piše
Ova strašna kobna ptica, kakvu meni sudba piše
Grakćuć stalno: “Nikad više”.

(nastaviće se)

Na baršun mi glava klonu, te misao sabrah onu, tu misao tužnu, bolnu...

 

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore–
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

 

(o motivima)