Still wondering what has become of you ...

I am sure you haven't forgotten about me either.

Will you ever see this?? I doubt it, but you never know, so I thought I'd give it a try.

Just hope and pray you're doing fine, wherever you may be.

Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace
tells me with what rapidity Life follows my
pen ; the days and hours of it, more
precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies
about thy neck, are flying over our
heads like light clouds of a windy day,
never to return more  --  every thing
presses on  --  whilst thou are twisting
that lock,  --  see! it grows grey ;

and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu,
and every absence which follows it, are
preludes to that eternal separation which
we are shortly to make. --  

--  Heaven have mercy upon us
both!

(L. Sterne, "Tristam Shandy" Vol. IX - ch. 8)

                                                                           (disegno di Emanuela D'Orsogna)

A little sun  A little rain

A little sun, a little rain

a soft wind blowing from the west

and woods and fields are sweet again

and warmth within the mountain's breast

A little love, a little trust

a soft impulse, a sudden dream

and life as dry as desert dust

is fresher than a mountain stream

(Stopford A. Brooke) 

                                                         (disegno di Emanuela D'Orsogna)                                                                          

I CRY YOUR MERCY -  PITY -  LOVE ! - AYE LOVE!

MERCIFUL LOVE THAT TANTALIZES NOT,

ONE-THOUGHTED, NEVER-WANDERING, GUILELESS LOVE,

UNMASK'D, AND BEING SEEN- WITHOUT A BLOT ! 

OH, LET ME HAVE THEE WHOLE, -ALL- ALL- BE MINE !

THAT SHAPE, THAT FAIRNESS, THAT SWEET MINOR ZEST

OF LOVE, YOUR KISS, - THOSE HANDS, THOSE EYES DIVINE,

THAT WARM, WHITE, LUCENT, MILLION-PLEASURED BREAST,

YOURSELF - YOUR SOUL - IN PITY GIVE ME ALL, 

WITHHOLD NO ATOM'S ATOM OR I DIE;

OR LIVING ON, PERHAPS, YOUR WRETCHED THRALL,

FORGET, IN THE MIST OF IDLE MISERY,

LIFE'S PURPOSES, - THE PALATE OF MY MIND

LOSING ITS GUST, AND MY AMBITION BLIND ! -   

KEATS, SONNET XVI (1819)

TRADUZIONE

GRIDO ALLA VOSTRA MISERICORDIA - COMPASSIONE - AMORE! -

SI' AMORE!

AMORE MISERICORDIOSO E NON TORMENTO, 

UNIVOCO PENSIERO,  AMORE ONESTO, IMMUTABILE

SENZA MASCHERA,  E  SENZA INFAMIA !

OH, LASCIATE CHE IO VI ABBIA INTERAMENTE , -  TUTTA TUTTA -

SIATE MIA !

QUELLA FORMA LEGGIADRA, QUELLA BELLEZZA, QUEL  DOLCE 

MINIMO GUSTO D'AMORE,  IL VOSTRO BACIO, -

QUELLE MANI ED OCCHI DIVINI, QUEL CALDO, BIANCO

LUCENTE  SENO DAI  MILLE  PIACERI,

VOI  STESSA - LA VOSTRA ANIMA -  SIATE  CLEMENTE,  DATEMI  TUTTO,

SENZA TRATTENERE  UN  ATOMO DI UN ATOMO O MORRO';

O SE MAGARI CONTINUERO' A VIVERE,  VOSTRO SVENTURATO 

SERVO, DIMENTICHERO',  NELLA FOSCHIA DELL'INUTILE AFFLIZIONE ,

GLI SCOPI DELLA VITA, - PERDUTO DAL PALATO DELLA MENTE 

LO  SLANCIO,   E RESA L'AMBIZIONE  CIECA  !-

                                                                           (disegno di Emanuela D'Orsogna)

...  Then read from the treasured volume

the poem of your choice  

and lend to the rhyme of the poet 

the beauty of your voice 

 

 

(Longfellow)