Amor condusse noi ad una morte.

Quali colombe dal disio chiamante.

Nessum magior dopore che ricordarsi del tempo felice ne la miseria.




You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
In ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,



16/07/2007 19:47 iuristantum #. o->

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