Autono
par T.E. Hulme
traduida par Andrew Burns
Un pico de fria en la note autonal -
Me vaga,
E me vide la luna rojin cual apoia supra un sepe
Como un cultivor de fas roja.
Me no para per parla, ma me anui,
E a sirca on ave stelas regretosa
Con fases blanca como enfantes de vila.
A touch of cold in the Autumn night –
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.