“So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.”
“Così egli prese le sue ali e se ne andò;
allora la mattina si colorò di un rosso rosa;
asciugai le mie lacrime e armai i miei timori
di diecimila scudi e lance.
Presto il mio Angelo tornò indietro:
ero armata, venne invano,
perché il tempo della giovinezza era passato
e grigi capelli erano sulla mia testa.”
The Angel, William Blake † 1901
Sinfonia in Bianco minore II (Symphony in White minor II), Corpicrudi † 2012
