Edgar Allan Poe
(1809 - 1849)
prijevod:
Ivan Slamnig - Antun Soljan
(1930 - 2001) (1932 - 1993)
Prije mnogo i mnogo godina,
U carstvu kraj mora to bi,
Djeva je zivjela koju su zvali
Imenom Annabel Lee;
S tek jednom je zivjela mislju:
Da voli i da se volimo mi.
Bio sam dijete i bila je dijete
- U carstvu kraj mora to bi -
Al vise neg ljubavlju mi smo se ljubili,
Ja i Annabel Lee -
I zbog toga nebeski krilati serafi
Bili su zavidni.
I to je razlog sto jednom davno
- U carstvu kraj mora to bi -
Vjetar se spusti iz oblaka, nocu,
Sledivsi moju Annabel Lee.
I dosli su plameniti rodjaci njeni,
Meni je oteli,
Da je zatvore u grobnicu tamnu
U tom carstvu sto kraj mora bi.
Zavidjeli su nam andjeli s neba,
- Ni upola sretni ko mi -
Da! To je razlog (kao sto znaju
U tom carstvu kraj mora svi),
Sto nocu je vjetar iz oblaka doso
I sledio, ubio Annabel Lee.
Al ljubav nam bila je jaca od ljubavi mnogih
Sto stariji bili neg mi -
I mudriji mnogo neg mi -
I niti andjeli, gore na nebu,
Ni podmorski demoni zli
Ne mogu mi razdvojiti dusu od duse
Lijepe Annabel Lee.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulche
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me;
Yes, that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we;
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling,--my darling,--my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
