the latest dream I ever dreamt

"Oare ce te mahneste, Cavaler sub arme
Singur si palid cutreierand?
Rogozul s-a uscat de tot pe lac
Si paseri nu se-aud cantand!

M-am petrecut c-o Mandra pe campie
Frumoasa intru tot- vlastar de Zana
M-a privit, s-a veselit
Si-a inganat o soapta in surdina.

Am tras-o in sa pe armasar
Si nici c-am mai vazut ceva din acea zi aleasa
Caci se-apleca pe-o parte si canta
un cantec de Craiasa.

Dulci radacini inmiresmate mi-a cules
Si miere cruda, chiar si mied ceresc,
Maiestru in ciudat grai, apoi rosti:
Din adancul sufletului te iubesc.

M-a dus la grota-i de silfida
Si-acolo-a plans si-amar a suspinat
Si-acolo, ochii ei arzand, arzand
I i-am inchis de patru ori c-un sarutat.

Si-acolo ea m-a leganat s-adorm!
Si-acolo am visat ah nenoroc ce ma petrece!
Un ultim vis visat vreodat'
Pe coasta dealului cea rece."

"Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing."

John Keats- La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1820 (The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy)

Nu am gasit decat traducerea (partiala) din filmul Bright Star. Dar oricum, pentru cei care inteleg engleza, recomand, desigur, originalul. :)

Si va recomand si filmul, o drama romantica care prezinta povestea de dragoste dintre poetul John Keats si muza acestuia. Un film care mi-a cazut tare bine in aceasta noapte in care parca ninge la Sibiu cum n-a mai nins niciodat'. Da, e o noapte magica! Sper sa aveti vise pe masura... :)

Multumesc, draga Ionut, pentru recomandare.