S io credessi che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al ambiente
Questa flAmma staria sensa piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai pada questo entra?as
Non torno vivo alcum, s i odo elle vero
Senza tema d infamia ti rispondo
Allow us to go then simply, you and We
When the night is spread out against the heavens
Like a patient etherized after a desk
Let us go, through particular half-deserted roadways
The muttering retreats
Of restless evenings in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Roadways that follow like a tedious debate
Of insidious intent To cause you to an overwhelming question.
Oh, tend not to ask, “Whet is it?
We will go and make the visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The discolored fog that rub* it* back upon the window pane*
The yellow smoke cigarettes that rubs its snout on the home window panes
Licked its tongue into the comer* of the evening.
Lingered updn the swimming pools that wait in drains
Permit fall after its backside tbc location that comes from chimneys
Slipped by terrace, made a sudden jump
And since it was comfortable October night time
Curled when about the property, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke cigarettes that slide along the avenue
Rubbing the back after the window panes
You will have time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
It will have time to killing and generate.
And coming back all the performs and times of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate:
Time for both you and time for me personally
And period yet for a hundred indecisions.
And for 100 visions and revisions
Ahead of the taking of your toast and tea.
In the room the women arrive and disappear
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, Do I dare? and, “Do I challenge? *”
The perfect time to turn back and descend the stair
Which has a bald location in the middle of my own hair”
(They will say: Just how his locks is growing thin! )
My personal morning cover, my scruff of the neck mounting firmly to the chin
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My necktie rich and moderate, but true by a basic pin”
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin! )
Do I care
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is certainly time
Intended for decisions and revisions which a minute will certainly reverse.
Intended for I have noted them already, known all of them:
Have noted the evenings, mornings, afternoons
I have assessed out my entire life with caffeine spoons
you know the voices dying which has a dying show up
Beneath the music from Ñ farther area.
So how can i presume?
And I have known the eye already, noted them all”
The eye that resolve you in a formulated expression.
And when We am formulated, sprawling on the pin.
Once i am pinned and wriggling on the wall structure.
Then how to begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my personal days and ways?
And just how should I assume?
And I possess known the arms currently, known these people all”
Hands that are braceleted and white-colored and simple
(But inside the lamplight, downed with light brown hair! )
Would it be perfume from a dress
That makes me and so digress?
Arm* that lie along a table, or perhaps wrap in regards to a shawl.
And really should I then suppose?
And how can i begin?
Shall I say, I’ve gone later in the day through thin streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirtsleeves, leaning away of glass windows?…
I should have been completely a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floor surfaces of muted seas.
As well as the afternoon, evening time, sleeps therefore peacefully!
Smooched by very long fingers
In bed… tired or perhaps it malingers
Stretched on the floor, here close to you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices.
Have the power to power the moment to its turmoil?
But nevertheless I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed
Although I have noticed my bead (grown a bit bald) helped bring
in after a plate
I am no prophet”and heres no great matter
1 have observed the moment of my success flicker
And 1 have observed the eternal Footman keep my ccet, and
wicker
And in short, I was worried.
And would it not have been worth the cost, after all
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea
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Among the porcelain, among several talk of me and you
Would it have been worth while
To acquire bitten away tbe matter with a laugh
To have compressed the whole world into a ball
To spin it toward some overpowering question
To talk about: “I was Lazarus, range from dead
Come back to tell you almost all, I shall tell you all”
If one particular, settling a pillow by her mind
Should state: “That is not what I meant whatsoever
That is not that, at all.
And would it have already been worth it. all things considered
Would it have been worth while
After the sunsets and the doorvards and the sprinkled pavements.
After the novels, after the teacups, after tbe skirts that trail
over the floor”
And this, and so much more? “
It is extremely hard to say precisely what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern plonked the nerve fibres in patterns on a
display: *
Would it have been worthwhile
If one. settling a pillow or throwing away a shawl.
And turning toward the window, should certainly say: “That is not
it by any means
That is not what I meant, by any means.
No! We am certainly not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be
Are an worker lord, one which will do
To swell Ñ progress, start off и scene or two
Recommend the royal prince: withal, a fairly easy tool
Deferential, glad to become of use
Politic, cautious, and meticulous
Packed with high sentence in your essay, but a little obtuse
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous”
Nearly, at limes, the Trick.
1 gTow old My spouse and i grow old…
you shall put on the underside of my trowsere thrown.
Shall one particular part my personal hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
1 shall use white flannel trowsers, and walk after the beach.
I possess heard the mermaids vocal singing, each with each.
I do certainly not think that they are going to sing to my opinion.
1 have seen them riding seaward around the waves
Brushing the white-colored hair in the waves offered back
When the wind produces the water white colored and black.
Wc include lingered in the chambers in the sea
By seagirls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Right up until human sounds wake us, and we block.
