ALONE by Edgar Allan Poe It’s fantastic, in form and meaning! Fantastica, nella forma e nel contenuto!
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Fin dall’infanzia non ho creduto
Come credean gli altri; non ho veduto
Come credean gli altri; non ho veduto
Come gli altri vedeano; trarre non potei
Da una comune primavera gli ardori miei.
Dalla stessa fonte non potei suscitare
Il mio dolore; io non potei svegliare
Il mio cuore alla gioia allo stesso modo;
E tutto ciò che amai, lo amai da solo.
Nella mia infanzia, nell’aurora
Di una vita tempestosa – fu tratto allora
Dal più profondo male e bene
Il mister che ancor mi tiene:
Dal torrente o dalla fonte,
Dalla rossa roccia del monte,
Dal sole che girò a me intorno
Nelle tinte d’oro dell’autunno,
Dal fulmine nell’aria
Mentre su di me guizzava,
Dal turbine e dal tuono rombante,
Dai nembi che aveano il sembiante
(Quando il resto del Cosmo era blu)
Di un demonio a testa in giù.
Traduzione (impeccabile) di Ipazia
