Canto nel bosco, da “Gli amorosi incanti” (2010), Sara Teasdale

Al crepuscolo un tordo udii fischiare
tre note al bosco, e una stella creare.
All’improvviso il mio cuore angustiato
di lontano tornò, come rinato.

Tre note lacrimose, tre soltanto
con cui compose lo stellato canto.
Ed io mi riappropriai della mia vita
e diedi un bacio ad ogni sua ferita.

(Traduzione di Silvio Raffo)

Wood Song

I heard a wood thrush in the dusk
Twirl three notes and make a star —
My heart that walked with bitterness
Came back from very far.

Three shining notes were all he had,
And yet they made a starry call —
I caught life back against my breast
And kissed it, scars and all.


Robbie Williams – My Way [HD] Live At Royal Albert Hall, Kensington, London – 2001

Morning Poem, from “Dream Work” (1986), Mary Oliver

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches—
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead—
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging—

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted—

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.


David Garrett – Violine & Julien Quentin – Klavier
W.A. Mozart, Sonate für Klavier und Violine Nr. 18 G-Dur KV 301 (293a) Teil 1 Allegro con spirito – Düsseldorf 30 Apr 2010