miércoles, 22 de abril de 2009

April Comes Like an Idiot


SPRING

by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.

I know what I know.

The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.

Life in itself
Is
nothing,

An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

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lunes, 6 de abril de 2009

Suzanne

Una vegada més...




no em podia permetre que desaparegués aquesta increïble versió de Suzanne. Fa poc em vaig adonar que ja no hi era en el blog, que els de Youtube, o qui sigui, estan en plan borde i estan eliminant molts dels meus videos favorits. Per sort l'han tornat a posar.