J198 - Baisa Vētra gaisu kūla - Emīlija Dikinsone
Autors: Linda Vītuma
Baisa Vētra gaisu kūla —
Mākoņi bij’ daži, drūmi —
Kā Spoka Pelerīne — Tumsa
Klāja Zemi, Debess jumu.
Radības uz Jumtiem smēja —
Un svilpoja ar vēju —
Un dūres vēza —
Un zobus grieza —
Un purināja matu krēpes.
Rīts ausa — Putni padomās —
Briesmonis ar blāvām acīm
Uz savām mājām lēni skatu vērsa —
Un miers — bij’ Paradīze!
J198, 1860
An awful Tempest mashed the air —
The clouds were gaunt, and few —
A Black — as of a Spectre's Cloak
Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the Roofs —
And whistled in the air —
And shook their fists —
And gnashed their teeth —
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit — the Birds arose —
The Monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast —
And peace — was Paradise!