reliquia # 5

Addii, fischi nel buio, cenni, tosse

e sportelli abbassati. È l’ora. Forse

gli automi hanno ragione. 

                                                                                                                                                                                (da Le Occasioni, 1951)

  

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms




In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river




Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

(T. S. Eliot, The hollow men, 1925)