Charles Simic - In the Library [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

For Octavio

There's a book called
"A Dictionary of Angels."
No one has opened it in fifty years
I know, because when I did
The covers creaked, the pages
Crumbled. There I discovered

The angels were once as plentiful
As species of flies
The sky at dusk
Used to be thick with them
You had to wave both arms
Just to keep them away

Now the sun is shining
Through the tall windows
The library is a quiet place
Angels and gods huddled
In dark unopened books
The great secret lies
On some shelf Miss Jones
Passes every day on her rounds

She's very tall, so she keeps
Her head tipped as if listening
The books are whispering
I hear nothing, but she does