I’m Diana from English Section and I invite you to enjoy life with reading poems. This season we are reading John Keats amazing poems: “THE HUMAN SEASONS”, “FOR FANNY BRAWNE”. You should click, read original texts and make your poetic translation! I’m waiting for your variants on the Web-Journalist or you might send them on my email: firstname.lastname@example.org! Enjoy poetry! Enjoy autumn!
The Human Seasons
For Fanny Brawne
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang’rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!
Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday—or holinight—
Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
But, as I’ve read love’s missal through today,
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.