Monday, July 17, 2006

Requiescat


TREAD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair 5
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew 10
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone 15
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

AVIGNON.

(Oscar Wilde)
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2 comments:

fabiana said...

Bellissima!

Edward Phelan said...

Grazie Fabiana! E messa in musica dai Gráda (il gruppo irlandese della foto) è ancora più bella... Davvero struggente. Oscar Wilde l'aveva scritta per la morte della sorella minore.