Pensieri, da “Gli amorosi incanti” (2010), Sara Teasdale

Do via libera spesso ai miei pensieri,
che come dame vanno in passeggiata;
prima, allo specchio si misuran fieri
il cappello e la gonna più adeguata.

Ma quei pensieri ardenti, timorosi,
che non vogliono vestirsi e stan nascosti…
Ditemi poi, perché sono sempre questi
a sembrarmi di tutti i più preziosi?

(Traduzione di Silvio Raffo)


When I can make my thoughts come forth
To walk like ladies up and down,
Each one puts on before the glass
Her most becoming hat and gown.

But oh, the shy and eager thoughts
That hide and will not get them dressed,
Why is it that they always seem
So much more lovely than the rest?


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The Solitary, Sara Teasdale

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer
Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.

It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And strength to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.

Let them think I love them more than I do,
Let them think I care, though I go alone;
If it lifts their pride, what is it to me
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone.