The Black Stairs


DP120741Paul Cadmus Stage Set Stairs, photo by George Platt Lynes, 1937

 
 

LE NERE SCALE DELLA MIA TAVERNA

“Le nere scale della mia taverna
tu discendi tutto intriso di vento.
I bei capelli caduti tu hai sugli occhi
vivi in un mio firmamento remoto. Nella fumosa taverna
ora è l’odore del porto e del vento.
Libero vento che modella i corpi
e muove il passo ai bianchi marinai.”

 
 

THE BLACK STAIRS OF MY TAVERN

(“You descend the black stairs of
my tavern all soaked in wind
your beautiful hair fallen on your eyes
you live in a universe
so remote.
In the smoky tavern
The smell is now of the port and the wind.
The free wind that shapes bodies
and moves its step with the white sailors.”)

Sandro Penna

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