Mystique – Illuminations – – Arthur Rimbaud – 1870 – with translations from French into ๐ฌ๐ง English and ๐ฎ๐น Italian by Enzo Martinelli
ยฉ 2023 Enzo Martinelli
๐ซ๐ท – Mystique, de Arthur Rimbaud
Sur la pente du talus, les anges tournent leurs robes de laine, dans les herbages dโacier et dโรฉmeraude.
Des prรฉs de flammes bondissent jusquโau sommet du mamelon. ร gauche, le terreau de lโarรชte est piรฉtinรฉ par tous les homicides et toutes les batailles, et tous les bruits dรฉsastreux filent leur courbe. Derriรจre lโarรชte de droite, la ligne des orients, des progrรจs.
Et, tandis que la bande, en haut du tableau, est formรฉe de la rumeur tournante et bondissante des conques des mers et des nuits humaines,
La douceur fleurie des รฉtoiles, et du ciel, et du reste descend en face du talus, comme un panier, contre notre face, et fait lโabรฎme fleurant et bleu lร -dessous.
๐ฌ๐ง – Mystic, by Arthur Rimbaud
On the slope of the embankment, the angels turn their woollen robes in the steel and emerald grasslands.
Meadows of flame leap to the top of the nipple. To the left, the earth of the ridge is trampled by every homicide and every battle, and every disastrous sound spins its curve. Behind the ridge on the right, the line of gold and progress.
And, while the band, at the top of the picture, is formed by the whirling and leaping rumour of the conchs of the seas and of human nights,
The flowery softness of the stars, and of the sky, and of the rest descends in front of the slope, like a basket, against our face, and makes the abyss flowery and blue below.
๐ฎ๐น – Mistico, di Arthur Rimbaud
Sul pendio dell'argine, gli angeli rivoltano le loro vesti di lana nelle praterie di acciaio e smeraldo.
Prati di fiamme balzano in cima al capezzolo. A sinistra, la terra del crinale รจ calpestata da ogni omicidio e da ogni battaglia, e ogni suono disastroso fa girare la sua curva. Dietro la cresta, a destra, la linea dell'oro e del progresso.
E, mentre la banda, in cima al quadro, รจ formata dal vociare vorticoso e saltellante delle conchiglie dei mari e delle notti umane,
la morbidezza fiorita delle stelle, del cielo e del resto scende davanti al pendio, come un cesto, contro il nostro viso, e rende fiorito e blu l'abisso sottostante.
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