by William Blake (1757 - 1827)
Translation by Jaroslav Vrchlický (1853 - 1912)

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors
Language: English 
Available translation(s): RUS
"O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car."

He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain'd, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes,
For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world.

Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks:
He withers all in silence, and in his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

He takes his seat upon the cliffs, -- the mariner
Cries in vain. Poor little wretch, that deal'st
With storms! -- till heaven smiles, and the monster
Is driv'n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla.

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  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Zimě"
  • RUS Russian (Русский) [singable] (Dmitri Nikolaevich Smirnov) , "К Зиме", first published 1979, copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Zimě
Language: Czech (Čeština)  after the English 
Svou demantova bránu zavři, Zimo!
Tvůj sever jest, tam pochmurný svůj palác
jsi postavila v mlze. Naše střechy
ty neotřásej třeskem svého vozu.

Mne neslyší. Kovová kola její
hřmí nad hlubinou, odpoutala bouře
s ocele žebry, nelzc zrak mi zvednout,
neb ovládá svět celý svojím žezlem.

Ten strašný netvor po skalách se valí,
ty pod ním chví se, všecko tuhne pod ním
v mlčení truchlém, poslední šat země,
jejž strh jí, v ruce mrzne a s ním život.

Na štítech trůní hor, tu darmo křičí
v dál plavec. Ubohý, jenž s bouří v boji,
než usměje se nebe zas a netvor
ve slujích zmizí, pod Heklou jež zejí.

Confirmed with Moderní básníci angličtí (1700—1800), překlady Jaroslava Vrchlického. Praha : Jos. R. Vilímek, vyd. okolo 1900. page 68.


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Text added to the website: 2019-05-17 00:00:00
Last modified: 2019-05-18 23:58:05
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