Harold Pinter


Paris - Poem by Harold Pinter

The curtain white in folds,
She walks two steps and turns,
The curtain still, the light
Staggers in her eyes.
The lamps are golden.
Afternoon leans, silently.
She dances in my life.
The white day burns.


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  • Fabrizio Frosini (10/4/2016 5:45:00 AM)

    a lovely short poem.. my Italian translation..
    The curtain white in folds,
    She walks two steps and turns,
    The curtain still, the light
    Staggers in her eyes.
    The lamps are golden.
    Afternoon leans, silently.
    She dances in my life.
    The white day burns.


    - translated into Italian:

    La tenda bianca a pieghe,
    Lei fa due passi e si volta,
    La tenda immobile, la luce
    Esita nei suoi occhi.
    Le lampade dorate.
    Il pomeriggio incede, in silenzio.
    Lei danza nella mia vita.
    Il biancore del giorno brucia.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 14, 2014


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