Ecco le loro parole...
Morgens und abends zu lesen
Der, den ich liebe
Hat mir gesagt
Daß er mich braucht.
Darum
Gebe ich auf mich acht
Sehe auf meinen Weg und
Fürchte von jedem Regentropfen
Daß er mich erschlagen könnte.
Der, den ich liebe
Hat mir gesagt
Daß er mich braucht.
Darum
Gebe ich auf mich acht
Sehe auf meinen Weg und
Fürchte von jedem Regentropfen
Daß er mich erschlagen könnte.
BERTOLT BRECHT
[...]
there is between my legs a crisp city.
when you touch me
it is Spring in the city; the streets beautifully writhe,
it is for you; do not frighten them,
all the houses terribly tighten
upon your coming:
and they are glad
as you fill the streets of my city.
my love you are a bright mountain which feels.
you are a keen mountain and an eager island whose
lively slopes are based always in the me which is shrugging, which is
under you and around you and forever: I am the hugging sea.
O mountain you cannot escape me
your roots are anchored in my silence; therefore O mountain
skilfully murder my breasts, still and always
i will hug you solemnly into me.
there is between my legs a crisp city.
when you touch me
it is Spring in the city; the streets beautifully writhe,
it is for you; do not frighten them,
all the houses terribly tighten
upon your coming:
and they are glad
as you fill the streets of my city.
my love you are a bright mountain which feels.
you are a keen mountain and an eager island whose
lively slopes are based always in the me which is shrugging, which is
under you and around you and forever: I am the hugging sea.
O mountain you cannot escape me
your roots are anchored in my silence; therefore O mountain
skilfully murder my breasts, still and always
i will hug you solemnly into me.
e.e. cummings
4 comments:
Belle scelte, soprattutto la seconda!!!
Bertold Brecht è indubbiamente un grande uomo!
si è vero marika...e questa poesia poi, ah questa poesia..
adoro Brecht...
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