Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Vous allez voir ce que vous allez voir
Une fille nue nage dans la mer
Un homme barbu marche sur l'eau
Où est la merveille des merveilles
Le miracle annoncé plus haut?
Commenta
Une fille nue nage dans la mer
Un homme barbu marche sur l'eau
Où est la merveille des merveilles
Le miracle annoncé plus haut?
An honest Tear
Is durabler than Bronze -
This Cenotaph
May each that dies -
Reared by itself -
No Deputy suffice -
Gratitude bears
When Obelisk decays.
The pungent atom in the Air
Admits of no debate -
All that is named of Summer Days
Relinquished our Estate -
For what Department of Delight
As positive are we
As Limit of Dominion
Or Dams - of Extasy.
The Sun and Fog contested
The Government of Day -
The Sun took down his Yellow Whip
And drove the Fog away.
The Voice that stands for Floods to me
Is sterile borne to some -
The Face that makes the Morning mean
Glows impotent on them -
What difference in Substance lies
That what is Sum to me
By other Financiers be deemed
Exclusive Property!
Démons et merveilles
Vents et marées
Au loin déjà la mer s'est retirée
Et toi
Comme une algue doucement caressée par le vent
Dans les sables du lit tu remues en rêvant
Démons et merveilles
Vents et marées
Au loin déjà la mer s'est retirée
Mais dans tes yeux entr'ouverts
Deux petites vagues sont restées
Démons et merveilles
Vents et marées
Deux petites vagues pour me noyer.
Demoni e meraviglie
Venti e maree
Lontano di gia' si e' ritirato il mare
E tu
Come alga dolcemente accarezzata dal vento
Nella sabbia del tuo letto ti agiti sognando
Demoni e meraviglie
Venti e maree
Lontano di gia' si e' ritirato il mare
Ma nei tuoi occhi socchiusi
Due piccole onde son rimaste
Demoni e meraviglie
Venti e maree
Due piccole onde per annegarmi.
'Twas fighting for his Life he was -
That sort accomplish well -
The Ordnance of Vitality
Is frugal of it's Ball.
It aims once - kills once - conquers once -
There is no second War
In that Campaign inscrutable
Of the Interior.
Oh Shadow on the Grass!
Art thou a step or not?
Go make thee fair, my Candidate -
My nominated Heart!
Oh Shadow on the Grass!
While I delayed to dress
Some other thou dis'st consecrate -
Oh unelected Face!
Too few the mornings be,
too scant the nights.
No lodging can be had
for the delights
that come to earth to stay,
but no apartment find
and ride away.
The Cat that in the corner sits
Her martial time forgot -
The rat but a tradition now
Of her desireless Lot,
Another class remind me of -
Who neither please nor play,
But - "not to make a bit of noise"
Adjure each little Boy!