APPARITION – ELEGIAC SONGS AND VOCALISES

testi di Walt Whitman 

 

1. The night, in silence, under many a star
The night, in silence, under many a star;
The ocean shore, and the husky whispering wave, whose voice I know;
And the soul turning to thee, O vast and well-veil’d Death,
And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.

 

2. When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, [ … ]
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

 

3. Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet
Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet,
Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?

 

4. Approach, strong Deliveress!
Approach, strong Deliveress!
When it is so – when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead,
Lost in the loving, floating ocean of thee,
Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O Death.

 

5. Come lovely and soothing death
Come lovely and soothing death,
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later, delicate death.

 

6. The night, in silence, under many a star
The night, in silence, under many a star;
The ocean shore, and the husky whispering wave, whose voice I know;
And the soul turning to thee, O vast and well-veil’d Death,
And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.

THREE EARLY SONGS

 

Night  
by Robert Southey

How beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain
Breaks the serene of heaven:
In full-orbed glory yonder Moon divine
Rolls through the dark-blue depths.
Beneath her steady ray
The desert-circle spreads,
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is night!

 

Let It Be Forgotten 
by Sara Teasdale

Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever.
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten,
Long and long ago.
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed foot-fall
In a long forgotten snow.

 

Wind Elegy 
by Sara Teasdale

Only the wind knows he is gone,
Only the wind grieves,
The sun shines, the fields are sown
Sparrows mate in the eaves;
But I heard the wind in the pines he planted
And the hemlocks overhead,
His acres wake, for the year turns,
But he is asleep,” it said.