Fragments,078 [lxxiii] Poem by Fabrizio Frosini

Note: – I first used 'How many', in my translation, because the 1st line is not properly the realization of a factual situation, but a moment of dejection/discouragement.. like an exclamation: oh, my.. How many 'failures' in my life! . In the reality, they can be maybe 1 or 2.. but the psychological situation is such that they appear to be many.. :)

Here is a passage of what a dear friend * wrote to me, after reading this 'Fragment': ''This is soul-talk, the soul talking to itself and affirming the deeper value of accumulated memories and dreams. It's as if the soul first takes the conventional view they are worthless, but then looks at them again and sees they are 'great in themselves'. This illustrates the richness of the interior life and I find it moving with a haiku-like simplicity of expression. '' [Daniel J. Brick *]

thank you Mariol for translating Verlaine's verse

«Là, tous les sons rêvés, là, toutes les splendeurs Inabordables» There, all the sounds dreamed, there, all the splendors unaffordable