14 Kasım 2017 Salı

Emily Brönte "The Night is Darkening Round Me"

The night is darkening round me, 
The wild winds coldly blow; 
But a tyrant spell has bound me, 
And I cannot, cannot go. 

The giant trees are bending 
Their bare boughs weighed with snow; 
The storm is fast descending, 
And yet I cannot go. 

          Clouds beyond clouds above me, 
       Wastes beyond wastes below; 
     But nothing drear can move me; 
   I will not, cannot go. 

Emily Brönte'nin şiirlerinden oluşan "The Night is Darkening Round Me", Penguin Books'un Little Black Classics serisinden. Cidden "little". Şiir yorumu yapabilecek biri değilim, ama okuyun çok güzeller.

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