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To winter

Posted in Eugene O'Neill with tags , , on 21/11/2005 by Magica de Spell

Νίκος Σταυρακαντωνάκης
«Καταιγίδα» (χαρακτικό)

«Blow, blow, thou winter wind.»
Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath
Without a tear.

I do not love thy snow and sleet
Or icy flows;
When I must jump or stamp to warm
My freezing toes.

For why should I be happy or
E’en be merry,
In weather only fitted for
Cook or Peary.

My eyes are red, my lips are blue
My ears frost bitt’n;
Thy numbing kiss doth e’en extend
Thro’ my mitten.

I am cold, no matter how I warm
Or clothe me;
O Winter, greater bards have sung
I loathe thee!

Eugene O’Neill (1888-1953)