martedì 26 febbraio 2008

"Song" di John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

1 commento:

Anonimo ha detto...

grandissimi i poeti metafisici. L'anatomia del mondo di Donne è straordinaria

E' colpa mia!

Lo ammetto: è colpa mia! Non mi sono fatta valere e non ho sbattuto in faccia alla gente con aria da strafottenza i miei titoli e le mie cap...