Posted by malthus on August 27, 2004, at 21:11:21
From the drawing-room in a dark corner,
of his maybe forgotten mistress,
silent and covered in dust,
the harp used to be seen.How many notes used to sleep in his strings,
like a bird sleeps in the branches,
waiting for the hand of snow
that knows how to force them out!Oh! -I thought- how many times genius
sleeps like this in the bottom of the soul,
and a voice, like Lazarus, waits
and says to him "Get up and go!"
poster:malthus
thread:383173
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