da 999 rooms: Rooms of the night / Vanni Santoni
Room 173
The future starts today.
The future is fresh!
The future will be repeated,
broadcasted & distributed.
The future will be obsolete.
The future is overrated.
The future ain’t what it used to be.
The room of the future.
The future? Just a season.
The future is here and now.
Oh please, always talking about the future…
The future is a chest of broken mirrors,
a boot stomping a human face, again...
trad. di Erminia Passannanti
SCAVANDO
Tra il mio pollice e l’indice
sta la comoda penna, salda come una rivoltella.
Sotto la finestra, un suono chiaro e graffiante
all’affondare della vanga nel terreno ghiaioso:
è mio padre che scava. Guardo dabbasso
finché la sua schiena piegata tra le aiuole
non si china e si rialza come vent’anni fa
ritmicamente tra i solchi di patate
dove andava scavando.
Con lo stivale tozzo accoccolato sulla staffa, il manico
contro l’interno del ginocchio sollevato con...
W. H. Auden
Gare du Midi
A nondescript express in from the South,
Crowds round the ticket barrier, a face
To welcome which the mayor has not contrived
Bugles or braid: something about the mouth
Distracts the stray look with alarm and pity.
Snow is falling. Clutching a little case,
He walks out briskly to infect a city
Whose terrible future may have just arrived.
Franco Buffoni
Gare du Midi
Un treno qualunque che viene da Sud,
Alla stazione folla alle transenne,...
Richard Barnfield
Sighing, and sadly sitting by my Love
Sighing, and sadly sitting by my Love,
He ask’d the cause of my hearts sorrowing,
Conjuring me by heavens eternall King
To tell the cause which me so much did move.
Compell’d: (quoth I) to thee I will confesse,
Love is the cause: and onely love it is
That doth deprive me of my heavenly blisse.
Love is the paine that doth my heart oppresse.
And what is she (quoth...
