Come In / Robert Frost

Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush's breast.

Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went --
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.

Robert Frost





"Cuando llegué al borde del bosque
Música de alondra, ¡escuchad!
Ahora afuera estaba sombrío,
Adentro, oscuro.

Demasiado oscuro en el bosque para que un pájaro
Mediante el arte de sus alas
Mejorara dónde posarse esa noche,
Aunque aún pudiera cantar."

Robert Frost ~ (Entra)





"Cuando llegué al extremo del bosque,
¡aho!…, la música del tordo.
Si fuera anochecía,
dentro estaba oscuro.

Demasiado oscuro el bosque para que un pájaro,
por arte de alas,
hallase acomodo mejor para la noche,
aunque aún podía cantar."

Robert Frost ~ (Entra)





"Ormanın kenarına yaklaşırken
Ardışkuşu şarkı söyler - dinle!
Eğer dışarıda alacakaranlık varsa,
İçerisi karanlıktı.

Ormanın içi bir kuş için fazla karanlık
Rüzgarın el çabukluğuyla,
Tüneğini geceye hazırlamak için
Hala şarkı söyleyebilse de."

Robert Frost ~ (İçeri Gel)

 

Photo by Roman Loranc