Capitolo 56
Murmuring in an adjacent room, grows silent,
The eaves makes liquid music. . . .Times have passed,
It is void it changes, and everything is changed.
Exultation is dead, the Beauty is whore,--
And it walks the roads. The thing that I have strongly grabbed
Obscurity is turned to, and obscurity goes by bicycle my heart.
If you could resolve this obscurity you would have me.
This melancholy without cause that comes with rain,
Or in such days as this when great bows of snow bathed
You allow to heavily fall with rain. . . from where increases this?
Well, so-and-so, this morning when I saw him/it,
Seemed very worried, and it would not smile;
And You, I saw too much; and You, too much little;
And the word that I have chosen for you the gilded word,,
The word that would have had to strike so deep in purpose,
And it put so a lot of doors of wish opened wide,
You allowed him to fall, and it would not bend him for him,
And smiled at me, and it would not allow me to guess
If you saw him/it fall. . . These things, together,
With the other things, the slighter, plotted still to music,
And this in duration stretched memoirs ax;
And there I am standing. This music breaks and bleeds me,
Turning all frustrates dreams to ropes and discords,
Faces and the pains and words and evenings illuminated by the sun,
It is chains same-forged that it won't break neither it will lengthen,
And to whine to that nobody can respond, few they will feel.
This things has wanting to say? Or it is able more clearly you he/she sees
If I had to say me 'My second wife grows tedious,
Or, does as cheerful tulip, hold any secret adjective?'
Or one day dies eventless as another,
Still leaving the dissatisfied seeker,
Is of life produced more convinced any satisfaction?'
Or 'you look for too much hard, the sight grows for a long time callous,
And the shines of beauty in vain?'--
These things that you ask,
These that you will have. . . Then, talking to my first wife,
At the dark end in the evening, when she tilted him
And smiled at me, with blue eyes weaving webs