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VIVIAMO IN POSITIVO
The love song of J. A. Prufrock
when the evening is spread out against the sky
like a patient etherized upon a table;
let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
the muttering retreats
of restless night in one-night cheap hotels
and sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
streets that follow like a tedious argument
of insidious intent
to lead you to a overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it ?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
talking of Michelangelo
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
the yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
slpped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
land seeing that it was a soft October night,
curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
for the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
there will be time,there will be time
to prepare a face to meet the face that you meet;
there will be time to murder and create,
and time for all the works and days of hands
that lift and drop a question on your plate;
time for you and time for me,
and time yet for hundred indecisions,
and for hundred visions and revisions,
before the taking of toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
talking of Michelangelo.
...And indeed there will be time
to wonder, “Do I dare ?” and “Do I dare ?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
with a bald spot in the middle of my hair
(They will say:”How his hair is growing thin ”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly the chin,
my necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin
(They will say:”But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
disturb the universe ?
In a minute there is time
for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume ?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all -
the eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
and when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin
when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
then how should I begin
to spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways ?
and how should I presume ?
And I have known the arms already, known them all -
arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(but in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair ! )
is it perfume from a dress
that makes me so digress ?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about the shawl.
And should I presume ?
And how should i begin ?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows ?
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
...And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
smoothed by long fingers,
asleep... tired... or it malingers,
stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
have the strenght to force the moment to its crisis?
But thought I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
thought I have seen my head (grown slightly bald)
brought in upon a platter,
I’m no a prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker
and in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
after the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
would it have been worth while,
to have bitten off the matter with a smile,
to have squeezed the universe into a ball
to roll it toward some overwhelming question,
to say:”I’am Lazarus, come from the dead,
come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” —
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
would it have been worth while,
after the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
after the novels, after the teacups,
after the skirts that trail along the floor
and this, and so much more?
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
would it have been worth while,
if one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
and turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
that is not that I meant, at all.”
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
to swell a progress, start a scene or two,
advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
deferential, glad to be of use,
politic, cautious, and meticulous;
full of high sentencem but a bit obtuse;
at times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old... I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
combing the white hair of the waves blown back
when the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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Post n°15 pubblicato il 12 Ottobre 2006 da queenfra
Il mio prato. 33 anni fa. E invece. Invece era già tutto un dramma. Mia madre aveva già litigato con tutta la famiglia di mio padre. Mamma non ha mai digerito. ------- Anche io rovescio su di lei la mia rabbia. |
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