Questa "poesia" è il mio personalissimo tributo a colui che considero uno dei più grandi poeti di ogni tempo, l'immortale OSCAR WILDE (!!). Sin da quando l'ho scritta l'ho sempre considerata la "punta di diamante" di tutta la mia produzione... tanto che un po' mi dispiace giocarmela subito...ma forse è meglio così... lo prenderò come uno stimolo per scriverne di migliori (che modestia eh???)
Comunque, eccola, con un titolo che è tutto un programma:
+ THE FUNERAL +
In this day of dark suggestion
That pricks me like a poisoned thorn
I am forced to face The Question
The one that haunts me from when I was born
Why we waste the foolish tear
If our Destiny has always been so clear?
And why we call for Heavens
Or Depths of Hell
If we already know what’s in
The bottom of this Well?
This fragile shell, made of clay
Is doomed to be broken, no matter how hard you pray
I know, I know it’s all but a shame
That the shroud is always ready to take us all away
Helas! Helas! My time has passed
And so many before me has gone away
But when Time will consume my grave
Erasing my name
Will someone recall my days?
So, is this Life like a Dream,
Or is this Life like a Whore
If the tide rises fast and grim
While I’m chained upon the shore?
But I’ve found refuge from this madness
And from sadness that it brings
In the coils of my hopelessness
And in believing I’m a king
‘Cause drops of blood can stain your Snow-White dress
But wine-red tears can’t be seen if your dress is black.
