From : julia59
Added: Nov 15, 2007
From Umberto Giordano's "Andrea Chenier". Buenos Aires 1996. Translation by Randall Garrou (randygarrou@earthlink.net You have struck me here where I, jealous, conceal the most pure beating of my soul Now you will see, young lady, what a poem is the word "Love," here a reason for ridicule! One day to the blue spaces I looked profoundly, and to the fields filled with violets, rained the gold of the sun, and illuminated of gold the earth, it seemed the Earth an immense treasure, and to her the skies served as a coffin. Up from the earth to my face came a lively carress, a kiss. I shouted, overcome by love. I love you who kiss me divinely beautiful, my homeland! And I wanted, with great love, to pray! I passed through a door at a church; here a priest, in the alcove of the saints and of the Virgin, he was gathering gifts... and to the deaf ear, an old man, trembling, in vain was asking for bread, and in vain extended his hand I went into a workman's hut; a man there was offending, swearing at the earth that the treasury barely fills and against God he was swearing, and against men the tears of his children. In so much misery the patrician line, what do they do? Only your eye expresses humanely here, a look of pity, where I looked at you, you like an angel And I said: Here the beauty of life! But, then, to your words a new sadness has gripped my heart Oh beautiful young lady, don't discredit the words of a poet Listen! You don't know love. love, a divine gift, don't scoff at it, the life and soul of the world is love!
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