La Malédiction d'Ondine
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medusa
sybil
flora
blanche
annabell lee
astimelusa
june
lubna
ligeia
ophélie
lucretia
zelia
lucrecia
ondine

 

 

 

Medusa

SACRA EIECISTI TANQUAM LAPILLOS
IN LACUM, AD FLORES, AD FABULAS
CUM PERVOLAVAT CUPIDITAS
TOTAM ORAM CORDIS
TOTAM ORAM CORDIS

DEOS, AD DEOS, MEDUSAS
VERSA GLAUCAS
FAR, NEFAS, BOREALIA OSCULA
ET LAETITIAE VERBERA
PISTOR MISCE

DUM EPICIS CREPUNDIS COELUM
TOTUM VINCAM LUBRICUM
DEOS AD DEOS MEDUSAS
VERSA GLAUCAS
VERSA GLAUCAS

SACRA EIECISTI TANQUAM LAPILLOS
IN LACUM, AD FLORES, AD FABULAS
CUM PERVOLAVAT CUPIDITAS
TOTAM ORAM CORDIS
DEOS, AD DEOS MEDUSAS
VERSA GLAUCAS

Mara Paltrinieri per ATARAXIA

 

Sybil

I RAN AWAY FROM THE BLACK CHURCH ON FIRE
GOLDEN AND SILVER TREES FALLING ON ME
THEIR LEAVES JUST LIKE TEARS OF MERCY
I REACHED THE LAKE WHOSE WATERS CHANGED INTO ICE

THEY TRIED TO BURY ME
AS A VIOLET LIGHT
TOOK ME
A WILD SCREAM SKINNED INSIDE

I LOOKED AROUND, MYRIADS MYRIADS OF MIRROWS
ALL MY IMAGES WENT OUT OF THEIR GLASS
SHOWING ME THEIR HANDS A RED CROSS STAMPED WITH
BLOOD
I WAS THE VICTIM OF A SACRIFICE

THEY TRIED TO BURY ME
AS A VIOLET LIGHT
TOOK ME
A WILD SCREAM SKINNED INSIDE

Giovanni Pagliari

 

Flora

I'VE UNRAVELED GREEN TANGLES
WITH TALONS DIRTY OF EARTH
I'VE PULLED UP, LACERATED,
I'VE MOULDED ME LIKE MUD
I'VE DUG, REMOVED TUMULS AND ROOTS
I WAS ROOTED TO THE EARTH
I'VE MODULATED ME IN THE DEEP SLOW FLOWING
OF THE UNDERGROUND SEASONS
I'VE TAKEN SHAPE LIKE A SHRUB DILATING MY LIMBS,
I'VE DISENTANGLED FROM THE WOMB OF THE EARTH LIKE
A WILD WEED
I RISE PRIMIGENIAL LIVID DAUGHTER OF CREATION
I RISE PRIMIGENIAL LIVID DAUGHTER OF CREATION

Francesca Nicoli





Blanche

OUBLI D'IMMACULÉE CANDIDE NUIT NUPTIALE
ÈRES PASSÉES IMPALPABLES
DANS LES BLANCS DRAPS COMME LA NUIT BLANCHE

NOUS LEVONS SOMNANBULES D'INDÉFINITÉ

BLANCHE

Francesca Nicoli

 

Annabell Lee

MANY AND MANY A YEAR AGO
IN A KINGDOM BY THE SEA,
A MAIDEN THERE LIVED
BY THE NAME OF ANNABELL LEE.

SHE LIVED WITH NO OTHER THOUGHT
THAN TO LOVE AND BE LOVED BY ME,
IN THIS KINGDOM BY THE SEA
HER NAME WAS ANNABELL LEE.

ALL THE NIGHT-TIDE,
I LIE DOWN HER SIDE
OH MY DARLING - MY DARLING - MY BRIDE
MY LIFE AND MY BRIDE
ALL THE NIGHT-TIDE

IN HER SEPULCHRE THERE BY THE SEA
IN HER TOMB BY THE SOUNDING SEA
I LIE DOWN BY HER SIDE
ALL THE NIGHT-TIDE
OH MY DARLING MY DARLING - MY BRIDE

HER HIGHBORN KINSMAN CAME
AND BORE HER AWAY FROM ME
TO SHUT HER UP IN A SEPULCHRE
IN THIS KINGDOM BY THE SEA.

NEITHER THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN ABOVE,
NOR THE DEMONS DOWN UNDER THE SEA,
CAN DISSEVER MY SOUL FROM THE SOUL
OF THE BEAUTIFUL ANNABELL LEE.

from Edgar Allan Poe

 

Astimelusa

Ti prego, metti la tunica bianchissima e vieni a me
davanti : intorno a te vola desiderio d'amore.

Astimelusa nulla mi risponde, ma con la sua corona
pare un germoglio d'oro, una morbida piuma

Ti porgo questa corona d'elicriso, mirti, rose,
tenere fronde, alloro e una collana d'oro

Ti prego, metti la tunica bianchissima e vieni a me
davanti, tra viole, pomi e alcioni dalle lunghe ali

Astimelusa nulla mi risponde e guarda tra ciglia
azzurre con quegli occhi struggenti, occhi lucente

Pare una stella figlia del cielo e della chiara luna,
ti crebbero fra petali di rosa ed alghe porporine

Ti prego, metti la tunica bianchissima e vieni a me
davanti, a fior dell'onda, cangiante come il mare

Astimelusa nulla mi risponde, screziati manti e veli
e fibbie ella si scioglie e non ha tremiti

Ho parlato in sogno a te Afrodite, piena splendeva
la luna, ora l'amata cetra tocco e canto amore.

from Alcman, Ibycos, Saffo, Anacreon

 

June

JUNE WAS TENDER
YOU CAN STILL SEE HER
SWINGING IN THE MOON-SCYTHE
LIKE SPIRITS OR GHOSTS
THAT NOBODY SEES
THAT NOBODY BELIEVES IN
JUNE WAS TENDER
YOU CAN STILL SEE HER

IF THE RED-SKIN HAD BEEN OF FLESH
HE WOULDN'T HAVE SPENT SO MANY YEARS
LISTENING TO JUNE IN THE WAVES
IF THE RED-SKIN HAD BEEN OF FLESH
HE WOULDN'T HAVE SPENT SO MANY YEARS
LISTENING TO THE VOICE THAT THERE WASN'T

JUNE WOULD LIKE TO BE
UNDER THE EARTH
LIKE A BEAUTIFUL STONE-HAND
WHITE OPEN
WITH THE STRECHED PALM
ON WHICH FALLING ASLEEP
OR AT LEAST
INTIMATELY THINKING

Francesca Nicoli

 

Lubna

LUBNA ERRE VAGUE BLEU COMME SA MAISON
ELLE SCRUTE
LES PUPILLES COMME DES PIÈCES DE MONNAIE JETTÉES
AU FOND EN DÉSIRS,
LUBNA RÊVE DE POUVOIR SE DISSOUDRE
ENTRE UN AMALGAME BLANC
LUBNA TU ES POÉSIE D'OBSCURITÉ
AINSI JE M'ASSEOIS DANS TON BORD

JUSQUE TU TE CALMES ET MOI,
JE ME TRANSFORME EN BALANÇOIRE
DE BAMBOU
DANS LES OLIVIERS
LUBNA.

Francesca Nicoli

 

Ligeia

LASS DIR EINGEHEN UND VERNIMM

DAS LEBEN IST UM DES STERBENS WILLEN GESCHAFFEN

GABE ES KEIN LEBEN WIR WAREN NICHT

DU WEISST NICHT WIE DU DE IN LEID AUS DEM HERZEN
REISSEN SOLLST

FREUDE UND FURCHT KURZEN LEID UND HOFFNUNG
VERLANGERN DIE ZEIT

NACH FREUDE TRUSBAL, NACH LIEBE LEID MUSS HIER
AUF ERDEN FOLGEN

JEDER MENSCH IST DEM TODE SEIN LEBEN,

DEN LEIB DER ERDE, DIE SEELE UNS ZU GEBEN
VERPFLICHTET

Johann Von Tepl

 

Ophélie

C'EST ENCORE LA NUIT DES PRODIGUES VIOLONS
DANS LE CLAPOTIS DE LA MER ÉTERNELLE,
EN RENVERSANT UN PÂTURAGE ÉTOILÉ D'OÙ S'ENFUIRENT
LES ANÉMONES
...S'EN VA AVEC L'EAU TA MAIN
A REFAIRE LIT DE NOCES LA MER

PARLE AVEC QUATRE CENTS ROSES TA BOUCHE

C'EST ENCORE LA NUIT DES PRODIGUES VIOLONS
DANS LES MOULINS Â DEMI DÉLABRÉS
TU PARLAIS AVEC UNE SORCIÈRE EN SECRET
DANS LA POITRINE TU CACHAIS UNE GRÂCE QUI ÉTAIT
PROPRE LA LUNE
LE JARDIN ENTRAIT DANS LA MER
OILLET PROFONDE, PROMONTOIRE

PARLE AVEC QUATRE CENTS ROSE TA BOUCHE

Odisseo Elitis

 

Lucretia

........ET LES LONGS CORBILLARDS,
SANS TAMBOURS NI MUSIQUE,
DÉFILENT LENTEMENT
DANS MON ÂME.

Charles Baudelaire

 

Zelia
(The City in the Sea)

No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town

But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently

Gleams up the pinnacles far and free
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free

Up domes, up spires, up kingly halls
Up fanes, up Babylon-like walls

Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Up sculptured ivy and stone flowers
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Up sculptured ivy and stone flowers

Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet and the vine
The viol, the violet and the vine

from Edgar Allan Poe

 

Lucrecia

A los largos entierros
sin tambores ni la musica
desfilán lentamente
en mi alma
en mi alma

Charles Baudelaire

 

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