Capitolo 10
You lie, and it don't stir, and you/he/she is stabbed by the rain.
You leave without breath, you leave without breath wind,; we launch and we dream;
We dream that we am clouds and stars, without breath in a brook:
Windows beats above our beds;
We arrive vague-gesticulating hands, we lift there the heads,
Feels far sounds off,--and dreams with trembling breath,,
Our separate and curious ways through the life and death.
VIII.
The white creeping of fog from the cold sea on the city,
On the grey and pale fallen towers,--
And it establishes among the roofs the grey and pale walls.
Along the damp sinuous roads that it crawls,
Curly as a dream among the immovable trees
And it seems to freeze him.
The fog slips ghostlike in the thousand rooms,
You whirl on faces rest,
Rotations in a circle of dance of atomy misty street lamps;
It is hits in so that cloudy on open spaces. . .
And one from his/her tall window, looking down,
Equal to the cloud-white city,
And he/she thinks his/her towers of island they are as a dream. . .
It seems an enormous sleeper among which the brain
Hard-working shades turn and they break and glint.
DIVIDES II.
ME.
The red and round efforts of sun darkly out of the sea.
The walls and towers are heated and they sparkle.
Sounds go above drowsily from roads and wharves.
The city mixes as one that is half in dream.
And the fog flows on dazzling walls and windows,
Where one to the time we wake up and we rise.
We look fixed to the grey and pale shiny sea a moment,
We rub the obscurity from our eyes,
And it faces our thousand indirect secret mornings. . .
And he/she doesn't see how the pale fog, slowly ascending,
Moulded by the sun, shines as a white-dressed dreamer
You sympathize with on our towers bending.
There, as one who looks fixed in a crystal,
Him brooding on our city with dark eyes;
He sees our secret fears that vaguely explain,
He/she sees cloudy symbols mould to rise.
Each to shine point of light is as a seed
Quickly dilating to winding fires.
Every cloud quickly becomes a face darkening,
Each expediting does it records his/her strange desires.