CDS: "Shelley borotalco di luna" - 2011

 

 

 

 

 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

 

                                                  THE WANING MOON

 

                                                  And like a dying lady, lean and pale,

                                                  Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil,

                                                  Out of her chamber, let by the insane

                                                  And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,

                                                  The moon arose up in the murky East,

                                                  A white and shapeless mass –

 

 

 

 

                                      LUNA CALANTE

 

                            Come signora pallida morente

                            smunta ravvolta in velo diafano

                            esce  oscillando

                            dalla sua stanza, ed è l’insensato

                            incerto delirare della mente

                            spersa che la guida, la luna

                            sorse nell’oriente tenebroso, una massa

                            che biancheggia deforme -

 

 

                                                   Traduzione Margherita Stein