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Andavo a ballare a Chandlerville,
\ne giocavo alle carte a Winchester.
\nUna volta ci cambiammo i cavalieri
\nritornando in carrozza sotto la luna di giugno,
\ne cos\u00ec conobbi Davis.
\nCi sposammo e vivemmo insieme settant\u2019anni,
\nstando allegri, lavorando, allevando i dodici figli,
\notto dei quali ci morirono,
\nprima che arrivassi a sessant\u2019anni.
\nFilavo, tessevo, curavo la casa, vegliavo i malati,
\ncoltivavo il giardino, e la festa
\nandavo a spasso per i campi dove cantavano le allodole,
\ne lungo lo Spoon raccogliendo tante conchiglie,
\ne tanti fiori ed erbe medicinali\u2014
\ngridando alle colline boscose, cantando alle verdi vallate.
\nA novantasei anni avevo vissuto abbastanza, ecco tutto,
\ne passai a un dolce riposo.
\nCos\u2019\u00e8 questa storia che sento di dolori e stanchezza,
\ne ira, scontento e speranze fallite?
\nFigli e figlie degeneri,
\nla Vita \u00e8 troppo forte per voi –
\nci vuole vita per amare la Vita.<\/p>\n
Edgar Lee Masters<\/em><\/p>\n * * *<\/em><\/p>\n I went to the dances at Chandlerville, Edgar Lee Masters<\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1908,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[38],"tags":[277],"class_list":["post-1909","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-foto-pensieri","tag-edgar-lee-masters"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1909","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1909"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1909\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1908"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1909"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1909"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1909"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAnd played snap-out at Winchester.
\nOne time we changed partners,
\nDriving home in the moonlight of middle June,
\nAnd then I found Davis.
\nWe were married and lived together for seventy years,
\nEnjoying, working, raising the twelve children,
\nEight of whom we lost
\nEre I had reached the age of sixty.
\nI spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick,
\nI made the garden, and for holiday
\nRambled over the fields where sang the larks,
\nAnd by Spoon River gathering many a shell,
\nAnd many a flower and medicinal weed\u2014
\nShouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys.
\nAt ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all,
\nAnd passed to a sweet repose.
\nWhat is this I hear of sorrow and weariness,
\nAnger, discontent and drooping hopes?
\nDegenerate sons and daughters,
\nLife is too strong for you\u2014
\nIt takes life to love Life.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n