Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day !
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because
-- because -- I don't know how to say it:
a day is long and I will be waiting for you,
as in an empty station when the trains
are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour,
because then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me,
choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back?
Will you leave me here, dying?
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude!
You are far away too, oh farther than anyone.
Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving images,burying lamps.
Belfry of fogs, how far away, up there!
Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes,taciturn miller,
night falls on you face downward, far from the city.
Your presence is foreign, as strange to me as a thing.I think,
I explore great tracts of my life before you.
My life before anyone, my harsh life.
The shout facing the sea, among the rocks,
running free, mad, in the sea-spray.
The sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the sea.
Headlong, violent, stretched towards the sky.
You, woman, what were you there,
what ray, what vane of that immense fan?
You were as far as you are now.
Fire in the forest! Burn in blue crosses.
Burn, burn, flame up, sparkle in trees of light.
It collapses, crackling. Fire. Fire.
And my soul dances, seared with curls of fire.
Who calls?
What silence peopled with echoes?
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
Hour that is mine from among them all!
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
Such a passion of weeping tied to my body.
Shaking of all the roots,attack of all the waves!
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
Thinking, burying lamps in the deep solitude.
Who are you, who are you?
On my death!
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word:
Melancholy
I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then,
One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true.
Tower Of Light!
O tower of light,
sad beauty
that magnified necklaces
and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye,
insignia of the vast waters,
cry of the mourning petrel,
tooth of the sea,
wife of the Oceanian wind,
O separate rose
from the long stem
of the trampled bush
that the depths,
converted into archipelago,
O natural star,
green diadem,
alone in your lonesome dynasty,
still unattainable,
elusive,
desolate
like one drop,
like one grape,
like the sea.
Love Sonnet XVII !
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist,
nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because
-- because -- I don't know how to say it:
a day is long and I will be waiting for you,
as in an empty station when the trains
are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour,
because then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me,
choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back?
Will you leave me here, dying?
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude!
You are far away too, oh farther than anyone.
Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving images,burying lamps.
Belfry of fogs, how far away, up there!
Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes,taciturn miller,
night falls on you face downward, far from the city.
Your presence is foreign, as strange to me as a thing.I think,
I explore great tracts of my life before you.
My life before anyone, my harsh life.
The shout facing the sea, among the rocks,
running free, mad, in the sea-spray.
The sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the sea.
Headlong, violent, stretched towards the sky.
You, woman, what were you there,
what ray, what vane of that immense fan?
You were as far as you are now.
Fire in the forest! Burn in blue crosses.
Burn, burn, flame up, sparkle in trees of light.
It collapses, crackling. Fire. Fire.
And my soul dances, seared with curls of fire.
Who calls?
What silence peopled with echoes?
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
Hour that is mine from among them all!
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
Such a passion of weeping tied to my body.
Shaking of all the roots,attack of all the waves!
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
Thinking, burying lamps in the deep solitude.
Who are you, who are you?
On my death!
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word:
Melancholy
I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then,
One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true.
Tower Of Light!
O tower of light,
sad beauty
that magnified necklaces
and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye,
insignia of the vast waters,
cry of the mourning petrel,
tooth of the sea,
wife of the Oceanian wind,
O separate rose
from the long stem
of the trampled bush
that the depths,
converted into archipelago,
O natural star,
green diadem,
alone in your lonesome dynasty,
still unattainable,
elusive,
desolate
like one drop,
like one grape,
like the sea.
Love Sonnet XVII !
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist,
nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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