Essai de traduction, Rollinat sonnet English’d

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Pond Mist

In the evening, solitude and snow conspire

to make this place a frightful landscape,

the foreground grown pale in the cold half-light,

the background distances hung with shadows.




Every so often, lake ice cracks

with a terrifying sound;

over there, in a field growing slowly vaguer,

Crows fly off and others linger, waiting.


And here’s a veiled mist

rising from one thawed pond

and then another and another:


a sort of grim homage

climbing slowly into the dead sky

from the dead land.



Voici un essai de traduction de <<Vapeurs de mare>> de Rolliinat en anglais (non-rime):

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