Bedouin Song
Una donna s'alza e canta
la segue il vento e l'incanta
e sulla terra la stende
e il sogno vero la prende.
Questa terra è nuda
questa donna è druda
questo vento è forte
questo sogno è morte
Bedouin song
"the wind - it is harsh and it
this dream - the dead are"
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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Agony
Morire come le allodole assetate
sul miraggio
O come la quaglia
passato il mare
nei first to fly because bushes
no longer want to live But
lament as a goldfinch blinded
I would translate this poem in Russian, but it is' untranslatable, I think
Morire come le allodole assetate
sul miraggio
O come la quaglia
passato il mare
nei first to fly because bushes
no longer want to live But
lament as a goldfinch blinded
I would translate this poem in Russian, but it is' untranslatable, I think
ceases to KILL THE DEAD ... .
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Valloncello of Top Four August 5, 1916
As this stone
Del S. Michele
So cold So hard
drained
So So So
refractory totally disheartened
As this stone is my cry that is not seen
Death
of rebate
Living.
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Soldiers
Woods Courton July 1918 It is as
autumn leaves on the trees
.
Woods Courton July 1918 It is as
autumn leaves on the trees
.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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Stop killing the dead of
Cease to kill the dead,
not scream, do not shout
if you still want to hear,
if you hope not to die.
have the subtle whisper, do not make more noise
of growing grass, where it passes
happy man.
Cease to kill the dead,
not scream, do not shout
if you still want to hear,
if you hope not to die.
have the subtle whisper, do not make more noise
of growing grass, where it passes
happy man.
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