"Go tell it" - What a Message -Commenta
To whom - is specified -
Not murmur - not endearment -
But simply - we obeyed -
Obeyed - a Lure - a Longing?
Oh Nature - none of this -
To Law - said Sweet Thermopylae
I give my dying Kiss.
"Va' a dirlo" - Che Messaggio -
A chi - è specificato -
Niente mormorio - niente affetto -
Ma semplicemente - obbedimmo -
Obbedimmo - a Lusinga - a Brama?
Oh Natura - nulla di ciò -
Alla legge - dissero le Dolci Termopili
Do il mio Bacio morente.
Bliss is the Plaything of the child -Commenta
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl
Rebuke it if we can.
Beatitudine è il Giocattolo del bambino -
Il segreto dell'uomo
Il sacro furto di Ragazzi e Ragazze
Rimproveriamoli se ne siamo capaci.
Those - dying then,Commenta
Knew where they went -
They went to God's Right Hand -
That Hand is amputated now
And God cannot be found -
The abdication of Belief
Makes the Behavior small -
Better an ignis fatuus
Than no illume at all.
Manibus date lilia plenis
Mid the flower-wreath'd tombs I standCommenta
Bearing lilies in my hand.
Comrades! In what soldier-grave
Sleeps the bravest of the brave?
Is it he who sank to rest
With his colors round his breast?
Friendship makes his tomb a shrine;
Garlands veil it; ask not mine.
One low grave, yon trees beneath,
Bears no roses, wears no wreath;
Yet no heart more high and warm
Ever dared the battle-storm.
Never gleamed a prouder eye
In the front of victory,
Never foot had firmer tread
On the field where hope lay dead,
Than are hid within this tomb,
Where the untended grasses bloom;
And no stone, with feign'd distress,
Mocks the sacred loneliness.
Youth and beauty, dauntless will,
Dreams that life could ne'er fulfill,
Here lie buried; here in peace
Wrongs and woes have found release.
Turning from my comrades'eyes,
Kneeling where a woman lies,
I strew lilies on the grave
Of the bravest of the brave.
Lay this Laurel on the oneCommenta
Triumphed and remained unknown -
Laurel - fell your futile Tree -
Such a Victor could not be -
Lay this Laurel on the one
Too intrinsic for Renown -
Laurel - vail your deathless Tree -
Him you chasten - that is he.