TESTO DEL LIED

"March"
di Edith Sitwell (1887-1964)

Ratatantan, ratatantan, ratatantan:
The marshal's harrier
Bites arid fights
The water carrier.
Mossed as a druid,
Under the wall
Thin waters fall
And turn into fluid
Petals of tulips, and hard regalias
Of lilies and dahlias.
Then, as they brawl,
Jupiter leaned from his vast snow cage,
Cuffed the marshal's harrier -
Still in a rage he bites and fights
The wall grown mouldier,
Where stiff as a soldier
Stands the breeze,
Like a handy andy,
And words they bandy
Under the dandy
Dinmont trees.