We, too, had known golden hours
\nWhen body and soul were in tune,
\nHad danced with our true loves
\nBy the light of a full moon,
\nAnd sat with the wise and good
\nAs tongues grew witty and gay
\nOver some noble dish
\nOut of Escoffier;
\nHad felt the intrusive glory
\nWhich tears reserve apart,
\nAnd would in the old grand manner
\nHave sung from a resonant heart.
\nBut, pawed-at and gossiped-over
\nBy the promiscuous crowd,
\nConcocted by editors
\nInto spells to befuddle the crowd,
\nAll words like Peace and Love,
\nAll sane affirmative speech,
\nHad been soiled, profaned, debased
\nTo a horrid mechanical screech.
\nNo civil style survived
\nThat pandaemonioum
\nBut the wry, the sotto-voce,
\nIronic and monochrome:
\nAnd where should we find shelter
\nFor joy or mere content
\nWhen little was left standing
\nBut the suburb of dissent?<\/p>\n
Tamb\u00e9 nosaltres vam con\u00e8ixer hores daurades
\nquan l’\u00e0nima i el cos eren amics,
\ni a la llum groga d’una lluna plena
\nhav\u00edem ballat lents amb els nostres amors,
\nquan s\u00e8iem amb els savis i amb els bons
\ni creixia l’enginy i l’alegria
\ndespr\u00e9s d’un menjar noble, preparat
\namb els coneixements de l’Escoffier;
\nquan hav\u00edem sentit la intrusa gl\u00f2ria
\nque els plors ens tenen sempre reservada,
\ni a la vella manera tots gos\u00e0vem
\ncantar can\u00e7ons amb un cor ressonant.
\nPer\u00f2 sempre atacats i retallats
\nper la turba promiscua,
\ni assaonats pels editors
\ncom a encanteris per torbar les multituds,
\nparaules com Amor i Pau, tot el discurs
\nafirmatiu i sa va esdevenir groller,
\ncom un horrible xirigueig mec\u00e0nic.
\nCap estil c\u00edvic no va sobreviure
\na aquest terrabastall,
\nexcepte el to pervers,
\nel sotaveu sorneguer i monocrom.
\n\u00bfOn trobarem, doncs, un recer
\nper la felicitat o la satisfacci\u00f3
\n– quan ja tan poc queda d’empeus -,
\ntret dels suburbis del dissentiment?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We, too, had known golden hours When body and soul were in tune, Had danced with our true loves By the light of a full moon, And sat with the wise and good As tongues grew witty and gay Over some noble dish Out of Escoffier; Had felt the intrusive glory Which tears reserve apart, … <\/p>\n