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Il sesto senso

Шестое чувство

Amiamo il vino che beviamo
E il buon pane che nel forno aspetta,
E la donna dalla sorte data,
Che pur se affligge, poi ci diletta.

Ma che fare dell’alba rosata
Lassù in alto nei cieli gelati.
Dov’è il silenzio e la celeste quiete,
Che fare dei versi immortalati?

Non da mangiare, da bere, da baciare.
L’attimo fugge via con rimpianto.
Ci torciamo le mani, ma di nuovo
Passiamo sempre accanto, accanto.

Come un bambino, lasciato il suo gioco,
Segue una fanciulla al bagno,
E, non sapendo nulla dell’amore,
Prova di segreta voglia un travaglio;

Come una volta nel folto equiseto
Gemeva per la sua impotenza
Una creatura viscida, che delle ali
Non sentiva ancora la presenza;

Così per secoli – sarà presto, Signore? –
Sotto lo scalpello dell’arte e del creato
Grida il nostro spirito, la carne si sfibra,
E l’organo del sesto senso è nato.

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Their souls' love had been born beside the sea, / In sacred groves of virginal naiads, / Whose songs, arguing with the play of wind, / With strings, ring joyfully, eternally. / / Great oracle... the majesty of man / Has never been more strange and more severe, / The closed lips and th...

The Magic Violin

Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's - so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the ...

Comfort

He that has been burried / Hears a glorious chime, / Smells the whitest lilies / In his dream beyond time. / / He that in his grave lies / Sees an endless light / As the wings of Seraphs / Shed their snow-flakes bright. / / You are on your death-bed / And your hands are cold....

The Giraffe

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And your hands are especially frail and your hair especially a mess. / There, there now... Just listen... far, far away, on Lake Chad / Roams a proud and graceful giraffe... / / An exquisite figure and a leisurely life are his boon / ...

The Giraffe

Today I can see that your features are strikingly sad, / Your arms on your knees are as thin as dandelion stalks. / But listen, in far-away lands that surround lake Chad / A graceful giraffe softly walks. / / A slender and delicate beauty he rightfully owns, / And magical ornaments run ...

Me and You

Yes I know, me and you - we aren't alike, / I have come from far away soils, / And it's not the guitar I like, / It's the sound of violent tonsils. / / Its not for the buildings or roads / Not for the dresses or fashion - / I spell out my poems for dragons, / For the clouds, ...