TESTO DEL LIED"Something Lies Beyond The Scene"
di Edith Sitwell (1887-1964)
Something Lies Beyond The Scene
the encre de chine, marine obscene
Black as a bison
See the tall black Aga
on the sofa in the alga mope, his
Moustache (clear as a great bell!)
Waves in eighteen-eighty
Late with tambourines of
They answer to the names
Of ancient dames and shames, and
Only call horizons their home.
Coldly wheeze (Chinese as these
black-armoured fleas that dance)
Seeking for horizons
Wide; from her orisons
In her wide
By the seaside
The doors clang open and hide
Where the wind died
Nothing but the Princess
Dancing a caprice
To the wind's tambourine.