martedì 30 settembre 2014

O Capitanu! Capitanu meu!

Dedicata a Atropa 

de Nanni Falconi

O CAPITANU! CAPITANU MEU!
De WALT WHITMAN (1865)

O capitanu!Capitanu meu! Su biagiu nostru est acabbadu,
Amus giumpadu onni temporada,l’amus bìnchidu su desigiadu prèmiu,
Su portu est acurtzu,intendo sas campanas, su pòpolu òrulat allegru,

Sighint sos ogros sa carena chìbera, s’atrividu tèteru vascellu
Ma O coro! Coro! Coro!
O sambenosos rujos gutios in su ponte.
Ue est stèrridu su capitanu meu.
Faladu mortu e fritu.

O Capitanu! Capitanu meu! Arrìtzati e ascurta sas campanas;
Arrìtzati, pro a tie bentulat sa bandela, pro a tie tzichìrriat sa trumba
Pro a tie matzulos de frores,sas ghirlandas nastradas, sas ribas nieddas de gente

Fruscinosa chi ti cramant, sas caras apretadas;
Inoghe Capitanu! Babbu stimadu!Su bratzu meu suta sa conca tua!
Est petzi unu bisu chi in su ponte
Falesti fritu e mortu.

Ma su Capitanu meu non rispondet, serradas e biancas sunt sas lavras suas,
Babbu non sentit su bratzu meu, no at prus burtzu nen bolontade,
Su nàviu est arrancadu e arressu, su biagiu est acabbadu,
Torrat dae su tremendu biagiu su nàviu cun su prèmiu bintu;
Esultade O ribas, e sonade O campanas!
Ma deo aturdidu càbulo in su ponte.
Ue est stèrridu su Capitanu meu
Faladu fritu e mortu.




O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
Poem of WALT WHITMAN (1865)

O Captain! my Captain! our fearfultrip is done
The ship has weather'd every rackthe prize we sought is won
The port is nearthe bells I hearthe people all exulting

While follow eyes the steady keelthe vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red
Where on the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding
For you they callthe swaying masstheir eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answerhis lips are pale and still
My father does not feel my armhe has no pulse nor will
The ship is anchor'd safe and soundits voyage closed and done
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shoresand ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread
Walk the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead.