Tra-li-ro-ló, ta-tà, tra-ri-ro-ló
Ton-ta-ta-tó, ti, to-ta-tó.
Tàntata, to-ta-tó.
Ti, to-te-tà, femí, suntà.
Tonte-tonte, tan-tó.
Un-se-mí, abborà, sen-tó.
Minsi, minsi, abborà, fe-mí, abborà.
Lacatemisotà-uptacomalacoció.
Ció, lacatemí, ipsutà.
Fingue, fingue, la-ca-te-mí, o-sí, o-dà.
Bam-ba-là, bam-ba-là. No-tetemí.
Inta, magdà, to-te-mi.
Inta. Inta magdà.
La-ca-ta-mo-re-sí, u-dà, xin-ta-pó.
Of Mere Being. Wallace Stevens
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze distance.
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
Of the Surface of Things
I
In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four
hills and a cloud.
II
From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
“The spring is like a belle undressing.”
III
The gold tree is blue,
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.
Harmonium (1923)