Poetry.
It is necessary to live without imposture,
So to live, that eventually
To involve in oneself love of space,
And to hear the call of future.
Others close in the tracks
Step by step will pass your way,
But you should not distinguish
Your defeat from your victory.
Of a bad bargain make the best,
Yet keep hoping in any case.
Dare you to be glad, delighted and happy
At every instant of eternity!
To depend on the king or on the people,
What difference does it make?
And isn’t that to us the same?
To hell with them!
Antonio Salieri (1750-1825)
They always say: there’s no justice in the world,
But there’s no one in the beyond.
I can see that with the utmost clarity,
As if it were a common scale.
Born with the love of art
I can remember as being yet a child
How the sweet tears were involuntarily
Streaming down my cheeks
While in our ancient church
On Easter Sunday I listened with delight
When the organ sounded in the exultant style…
A genius in his own virtue and
A crime are two incompatible things.
Nobody will give you Salvation,
Neither Lord, nor a hero or a king.
And let I will be lost tomorrow
In the unequal fight -
From the best of you
I did learn to die.
As the unsolved secret,
In her the live charm breathes-
We look tremblingly and disturbingly
On the quiet light of her eyes.
Whether is there in her the worldly
Glamour or the heavenly happiness?
To her the soul would wish to pray,
Still the heart strive to adore…
Oh, how our love is murderous,
How in the wild blindness of passions
We rather ruin that what for our hearts
Is the most lovely or the dearest!
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