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Mark Strand 1934-2014 Lines for winter/Versi per l’inverno

Letto: 8186 volte


Dì a te stesso
mentre si fa freddo e il grigio scende dall’aria
che tu continuerai a
camminare, ad ascoltare lo stesso motivo
non importa dove sarai,
dentro la cupola dell’oscurità
o sotto il bianco accecante dello sguardo lunare
in una valle innevata.
Stanotte, mentre si fa freddo
ditti ciò che sai,
che non è altro se non il motivo
che le tue ossa suonano
mentre continui ad andare.
E potrai per una volta distenderti
sotto il piccolo fuoco
delle stelle invernali.
E se succede che non potrai andare avanti
né voltarti indietro
e ti ritrovi
dove sarai alla fine
in quell’ultimo fluire di freddo nelle tue membra
che ami quello che sei.



Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.

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