FOR THE FOUNTAINS AND FOUNTAINEERS OF VILLA D'ESTE
While, to stand, sheathed in a grotto On the reverse side of this shield of water, Downpouring in pound on pound Its chafed, silver-shot metal… I know of no fury that tells More to me, deafening, than that Of a velocity past which I’d know Nothing but the hurl and fall Of those burst rockets of water Driving their sweetness into the ground In a blaze of lightning and stars As in wet dusts shattering on stone To explode with soft fury again.
Miss Tolstoi Hoje fartou-se de trabalhar para o nosso blogue. Não conhecia esta Jean Garrigue. Já fui procurar e vi que tem um livro sobre a Villa d'Este. OBRIGADA!
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ResponderEliminarFOR THE FOUNTAINS AND FOUNTAINEERS OF VILLA D'ESTE
ResponderEliminarWhile, to stand, sheathed in a grotto
On the reverse side of this shield of water,
Downpouring in pound on pound
Its chafed, silver-shot metal…
I know of no fury that tells
More to me, deafening, than that
Of a velocity past which I’d know
Nothing but the hurl and fall
Of those burst rockets of water
Driving their sweetness into the ground
In a blaze of lightning and stars
As in wet dusts shattering on stone
To explode with soft fury again.
Jean Garrigue (1914-1972)
Miss Tolstoi
ResponderEliminarHoje fartou-se de trabalhar para o nosso blogue.
Não conhecia esta Jean Garrigue. Já fui procurar e vi que tem um livro sobre a Villa d'Este.
OBRIGADA!