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Chi sogn\u00f2 che bellezza trascorre come un sogno?
\nPer queste labbra rosse, con tutta la loro fierezza dolente,
\nDolente che nessun nuovo prodigio possa accadere,
\nTroia passo in alto funereo splendore,
\nE i figli d’Usna perirono.<\/p>\n
Noi e il mondo travaglioso trascorriamo:
\nFra le anime degli uomini, che ondeggiano e si traggon da parte
\nCome pallide acque nel lor corso invernale,
\nSotto le stelle trascorrenti, spuma del cielo,
\nSempre vive quest’unico volto.<\/p>\n
Inchinatevi, arcangeli, nella vostra dimora in penombra:
\nPrima che voi foste, prima che un cuore palpitasse,
\nBenigna e languida una indugiava presso al Suo seggio;
\nEi fece il mondo perch\u00e9 fosse erbosa via
\nDinnanzi ai piedi errabondi di lei.<\/p>\n
William B. Yeats<\/em><\/p>\n * * *<\/em><\/p>\n Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?<\/em> We and the labouring world are passing by:<\/em> Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode:<\/em> William B. Yeats<\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1947,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[38],"tags":[207],"class_list":["post-1948","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-foto-pensieri","tag-william-b-yeats"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1948","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=1948"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1948\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1947"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1948"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1948"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1948"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nFor these red lips, with all their mournful pride,<\/em>
\nMournful that no new wonder may betide,<\/em>
\nTroy passed away in one high funeral gleam,<\/em>
\nAnd Usna’s children died.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nAmid men’s souls, that waver and give place<\/em>
\nLike the pale waters in their wintry race,<\/em>
\nUnder the passing stars, foam of the sky,<\/em>
\nLives on this lonely face.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nBefore you were, or any hearts to beat,<\/em>
\nWeary and kind one lingered by His seat;<\/em>
\nHe made the world to be a grassy road<\/em>
\nBefore her wandering feet.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n