Lucie Hosova – nonsolobiancoenero

The Child’s faith is new –

The Child’s faith is new –
Whole – like His Principle –
Wide – like the Sunrise
On fresh Eyes –
Never had a Doubt –
Laughs – at a Scruple –
Believes all sham
But Paradise –
Credits the World –
Deems His Dominion
Broadest of Sovreignties –
And Caesar – mean –
In the Comparison –
Baseless Emperor –
Ruler of nought,
Yet swaying all –

Grown bye and bye
To hold mistaken
His pretty estimates
Of Prickly Things
He gains the skill
Sorrowful – as certain –
Men – to anticipate
Instead of Kings –

Vorrei poter avere un angolo tutto per me nel cuore del mio bambino ed osservarlo nel suo vero mondo.
So che le stelle parlano con lui e il cielo si china sul suo viso per divertirlo con le sue frivole nubi, ed arcobaleni.
Ogni cosa che sembra muta e incapace di muoversi s’avvicina lentamente alla sua finestra recando fiabe e cesti pieni di lucenti giocattoli.
Vorrei poter viaggiare lungo la via che attraversa la mente del bambino, oltre tutti i confini; dove i messaggeri vanno errando tra i domìni di re senza storia; dove la Ragione fa aquiloni delle proprie leggi, e li lancia, e la Verità libera le azioni dalle sue catene.

(Traduzione di Maurizio Lipparini)

Baby’s World

I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very
own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never
could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with
trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby’s mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms
of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth
sets Fact free from its fetters.