T.S. Eliot – La Figlia Che Piange Lyrics
O quam te memorem virgo
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair
So I would have had him leave
So I would have had her stand and grieve
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised
As the mind deserts the body it has used
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft
Some way we both should understand
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair
So I would have had him leave
So I would have had her stand and grieve
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised
As the mind deserts the body it has used
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft
Some way we both should understand
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose
