Capitolo 35
Forgetful of the footsteps that you/they cry behind him;
One goes down slowly adrift from an awake dream.
One, while foreseeing, it lingers forever unmoving. . .
Directed upward and descending, over him there, us the brook.
One has died in his/her eyes: and it walks more slowly.
Death, among jonquils it told him a secret congelation.
A cloud blows on its eyes, he ponders earth.
He sees in the world a forest of jonquils illuminated by the sun:
A black and slow poison crowds under of that joy.
Death, from road in alley, from door to window,
To whine out his news,--of unplumbed husks to approach,
Of a cloud of the obscurity soon to destroy the tower.
But because death,--he comes asks,--in such a perfect world?
Or because the grey minute of now gilded?
Music, a sudden glissando, left, shaken,
A motion of wind-lacerated petals, in front of him the passages
Down screeched roads, and it dies.
The bodies of old man and youth, of it mutilated and beautiful,
You/he/she is slowly borne to earth with a funeral song to whine.
Down roads to their pebbles come; down it crowded stairways;
Through salt silent; through carven street of access gilded;
From rooms frozen naked as the stone.
The curtains are closed through abandoned windows.
Earth's brooks out of the shovel; the pebbles knock.
Mary whose hands cheered to stir in light of the sun;
Silent Elaine; Serious Ann that so clearly sang;
Fugitive Helen that loved and it walked alone;
Darkly dead Miriam remembered too soon,;
Ruth without children that it was distressed but you/he/she could not make fine;
Giovanna whose laughter flashed on depth of terror,
And Eloise that desired to love but it didn't challenge;
Doris that turned alone him to the dark and he/she cried,--
They flies away as ropes of windflung of music,
They goes adrift street; the sudden music is dead.
And one, with death in his/her eyes it comes slowly walking
And he/she sees the shade of death in a lot of faces,
And he/she thinks the world it is strange.
He desires forever immortal music and spring,
It is beauty that he/she doesn't know change.