Nuit De Decembre.(Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker
Nuit De Decembre.(Translation) .
La pente froide se tient debout au noir
Mais le sud des arbres est sec au toucher
Les membres lourds grimpent dans la lumiere de la lune en portant des plumes
Je suis venu regarder ces
Plantes blanches plus vieilles la nuit
Les plus vieilles
Viennent le premier aux ruines
Et j'entends des pies tenues reveillees par la lune
L'eau coule entre
Ses propres doigts sans fin
Cette nuit encore une fois
Je trouve une seule priere et ce n'est pas pour les hommes
-' December Night'. W. S. Merwinb.1927.
It is a December night, probably around Christmas and he is watching and feeling trees and plants, and hears magpies who cannot sleep because of the moonlight. He finds within himself 'a single prayer and it is not for men'. I think he prayed for the trees, plants and bird life.
(In literature, Merwin is always known as 'W. S. Merwin', never by his first names) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 11:52:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Heavy limbs climb in the moon light. Cold is standing upright but the southern trees are dry to the touch. An amazing and thought provoking imagery is drawn in this poem. W. S. Merwin has brilliantly penned this. Your nice translation has added values with perfection to this poem....10