A Wind-Beaten Tree, by Vincent van Gogh (pic found here)
A fresh wind now arises from there, far from me, far from my usual home It tells me about days fully blue far from these suffocating warm times
A cold breeze drags the leaves on those trees reaching me on my tired sad face while I seat on my stony terrace watching at long gone days of young girls
A sweet breeze sweeps my mind and my soul overcoming my thin older skin: a pale box I fill with evil, sins. They make me defile our plain love
A fresh wind comes from your other world it says about our love, about God I can see both us there, both us pure I can see both us new, happy and free
Sylvia Greenberg – ‘In Trutina’ and ‘Dulcissime’ from Orff’s ‘Carmina Burana’. Israel Philarmonic Orchestra, Tel Aviv, 1994, Dir. Zubin Metha.
Last days are very weird ones for me; maybe it’s so cause I’m writing a weird short novel about first time Eve made love. The stuff I post here is something embarassing for me, but I wrote it in English, a language I do not understand very well.
;P
Oh! I’m back!
Thanks to my so cute friend River Moonstone for some of these words.
Thanks to my Love to bear me.
Dulcissime Totam tibi subdo me
(Sweetest Love, I submit all myself to you)
Hidden under my black secret hair there’s a Pink Calla Lily: it’s my flower for you, it’s my gift, charming flower that no else can see
Sweetest Love, I submit all me to you
Be slow, gentle. Be slow, foremost take your time to explore. take your time… poke around, fumble me everywhere
For a while, my breath shall be the only sound and movement: that’s all and you, Love, you shall be just my breath, in my breath
Sweetest Love, I give my all to you
Touch each inch of my skin. I’ll get crazy, I’ll be as a great spasm all my body will be as a cry Tingling and shivering
We will merge our souls as well as our fleshes together, to one and to universe too: to each thing. Put your lips everywhere on my skin
Sweetest Love, I am slave of your wish
So I’ll be my own skin soft and warm: you can gently bite me where you want: even there while my mind starts to spin
Thus, my room will explode and in it you and me, body and soul and souls through our skin. See the night changing into sunlight
Sweetest Love, own me now
Hidden under my black secret hair there’s a Pink Calla Lily: get it now as my gift free me into wild cry
When you say “perhaps” you talk about something vague that might be or might not something maybe you’d like it to be. It’s a hope, maybe vain
“Perhaps” sounds as a breath come from nowhere, as breeze, fresh air moved by my mind, breath from odd thoughts, from hide spots of brains, hearths, of urges born as mere odds, as chance
So “perhaps” refers to dreams, not aware tools, acts; something that could be true yet now it is not so
My “perhaps” is like hope about love, about life. I would “perhaps” could be I wish me can be true I would like see my wings to spread out of my shell to make fly this my wreck
A short holiday makes little lighter all the cares that give me many troubles This old town gives itself to us and owns us like it did when we got married
Crazy game all swifts play fast and freely while I watch them black under the sky over Siena. As it’s usual I envy them when my eyes and mind scroll across deep blue
Please, don’t let our memory wane and our passion turn to old regret: It’s my love odd and needs skin and flesh, to be concrete and not abstract trend
My crow cries like did Poe one once shouting
nevermore
even if everything always happens:
life and death, love and pain, hate and joy
run together
A gull flies printing its shadow fast
on this Earth where we stand up like dreaming
while I confuse to do, to be, sleeping,
to find shivers of love on my skin
Save me, oh!
Free me now, again, free me now Lord
watch at my ill poor weak troubled mind
see the flesh You gave me as weird gift…
Please consider how much I’m poor thing
Give me each thing I need, that is love,
that is knowledge to be safe, that’s peace
You laugh at me, flaying myself for words, bending around me in the straining elms, the blue edge of skies and hills and quivering waters’ voices, wiling my youth with clouds and hues the light submerges.
I know you. Waylost in you beauty lifts your breasts, scoops to your hips and in gentle sweep spreads over you shy sex, flows down in harmony of forms to the ten shells of your lovely feet.
But wait; if i take you, you too become word to me, and sadness.
This is one of the best poems I ever read. Better: one of my favourite poems.
So sensual and so sad both. Almost densperated. That “I know you” (Ti so in the original Italian version) bring us into a deep intimacy and meantime into an immense sadness.
Those two last lines are almost unberable and filled with a so great pain… Well, rereading it in these so strange days makes me understand better the poet and feel a sharp melancholy.
Original version (Italian)
Parola
Tu ridi che per sillabe mi scarno e curvo cieli e colli, azzurra siepe a me d’intorno, e stomir d’olmi e voci d’acque trepide; che giovinezza inganno con nuvole e colori che la luce sprofonda.
Ti so. In te tutta smarrita alza bellezza i seni, s’incava ai lombi e in soave moto s’allarga per il pube timoroso, e ridiscende in armonia di forme ai piedi belli con dieci conchiglie.
Ma se ti prendo, ecco: parola tu pure mi sei e tristezza.
I feel softness and urge takes my chest, need to see your skin and to touch you without fabric in between; dismay into your gloomy eyes could calm down
I still crave love from you and your flesh even modest I want lead to tense up to a powerful shiver; your hands come onto me, to frisk me everywhere
I am yours. Without veils I await you, your lips cover through all the body I give you. You drive me to that spasm I yearn for, so maybe anguish breaks
My breast gives itself to you as well my mouth and my round navel and my narrow hole that makes female your wife. You fill sweetness with love
We came to our evening, yet I want you as when I gave myself to you first time and we were really one: body, soul, eyes and I was twenty
My first embrace was clumsy because inexpert, we discovered flesh. Our life then mutated its course. Bring me to God again: I love you
Give me peace, restore me again, more; I’m more wrinkled respect at that time but expert. Love gasp takes me indeed; You give me only each thing and we
The skin of the angels 
