Capitolo 51
We know, we know! You has been to gab with spirits.
Look at the old fool! becoming ready to cry!
What did you have get in an envelope, the old lady?
A lock of hair? An eyelash from his/her eye?
How does he/she know that the mean didn't tangle Him?
He didn't perhaps have spirit--he perhaps killed him.
Here she comes! the old fool has lost his/her child.
What did it have--blue eyes and gilded hair?
We know Your secret! that that is done you/he/she is done.
You look out, you will fall--and fall, if you are not accurate,
Straight in an open grave. . . .but which is the hurry?
Doesn't he/she think that you will find when you are dead?
Cry! Cry! You look at his/her mouth that all are wrong,--
Seem entirely to his/her eyes red!
We know her to us--knows Your name and all around you,
All you remember and he/she think, and all You the scheme for.
We lacerate out Your secret, we leave her to us, goes
Laughingly down the road. . . .Die, if you want!
Die, then, if you have scrubs to know!--
. . . .You fall. We lift his/her head. The ruined body
Weights nothing in our hands. Does nobody know her/it?
Was nobody with her when she fell? . . .
Us eddy around her, stirs away in silence.
We feel slow tollings of a bell.
III. PALIMPSEST: A DECEPTIVE PORTRAIT
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons:
We move there in insane, we flow and we speak together,
Seeing so many eyes and hands and faces,
Then a lot of mouths and all with meanings secret,--
Still knows so few of them; only seeing
The small bright circle of our conscience,
Over that dark lies. Some few we know--
Or he/she thinks us we know. . . Once, in a sun-bright morning,
I walked in a certain atrium, while trying to find
A certain door: I found one, it tried him/it, it opened,
And there in a spacious room, brightly illuminated,
One hundred men played music, noisily quickly,
While a tall woman sent his/her voice above of them
In powerful sweetness. . . .Closing then the door
I felt him/it die behind me, is grown weak to whisper,--
And it walked as before in a calm atrium.
Only such look, as through that hands it opened,