Sara Teasdale, Faults (Σάρα Τίσντεϊλ: Ψεγάδια, μετάφραση: Κρυσταλλία Κατσαρού)

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Sara Teasdale, Faults (Σάρα Τίσντεϊλ: Ψεγάδια, μετάφραση: Κρυσταλλία Κατσαρού)

Faults Sara Teasdale They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before, — Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.

Ψεγάδια Σάρα Τίσντεϊλ (μετάφραση: Κρυσταλλία Κατσαρού) Ήρθαν να μου μιλήσουν για τα ψεγάδια σου Όνομα τους έδωσαν για άλλη μια φορά, ένα προς ένα Μόλις τελείωσαν γέλασα δυνατά Τα γνώριζα όλα ήδη τόσο καλά — Μα δεν μπορούσαν, ειλικρινά δεν μπορούσαν να καταλάβουν Πως τα ψεγάδια σου ήταν αυτά Που μ’ έκαναν να σ’ αγαπήσω ακόμη πιο βαθιά.

Sara Teasdale received public admiration for her well-crafted lyrical poetry which centered on a woman's changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death. Many of Teasdale's poems chart developments in her own life, from her experiences as a sheltered young woman in St. Louis, to those as a successful yet increasingly uneasy writer in New York City, to a depressed and disillusioned person who would commit suicide in 1933. Although many later critics would not consider Teasdale a major poet, she was popular in her lifetime with both the public and critics. She won the first Columbia Poetry Prize in 1918, a prize that would later be renamed the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.


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