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Wilde, Oscar: Les Silhouettes (Les Silhouettes in Hungarian)

Portre of Wilde, Oscar

Les Silhouettes (English)

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.

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Les Silhouettes (Hungarian)

A tenger csupa szürke folt.
Elcsendesült az enyhe szél,
s akár egy hervadó levél,
úszik a víz színén a hold.
Halvány homokon fekete
csónak pihen. Matrózgyerek
mászik belé. Vígan nevet,
s az estben megcsillan keze.
Szalonkák hangját hallani
a füves domb felől, ahol
kibukkannak az ég alól
az aratók árnyékai.

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