Lebada.”The Swan”

„Love Swan”

 

The Swan

 

by Mary Oliver

 

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?

 

Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –

 

An armful of white blossoms,

 

A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned

 

into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,

 

Biting the air with its black beak?

 

Did you hear it, fluting and whistling

 

A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall

 

Knifing down the black ledges?

 

And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –

 

A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet

 

Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?

 

And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?

 

And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?

 

And have you changed your life?

 

Cand am vazut aceasta lebada alba atatde alba si gratioasa,m-am bucurat ca inca vad si simt,deci inca sunt alive.Cand vezi asemenea minunatie nu-ti poti inchipui ca dintr-o vietetate mica oarecare,mai mult gri decat alba,iese gratioasa lebada.Va amintiti basmul „Ratusca cea urata” de Hans Christian Andersen?Nu-l voi spune eu,dar il puteti asculta si citi de aici daca va face placere.

„Ratusca cea urata”