p.d.s. 18 – the dancer / the dance
Din cartea mea nou-nouta si foarte aratoasa cu poeme de W.B. Yeats, a VIII-a parte a unui poem prea lung ca sa-l pun aici pe tot.
Among School Children
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?