Newsgroup: it.fan.musica.de-andre
Titolo: Non al denaro, non all'amore nè al cielo.

Ciao,
ho pensato di postare le poesie di Masters da cui sono poi state tratte
alcune canzoni
dell'album di Fabrizio. Se a qualcuno interessano le altre fatemelo
sapere...
The hill (La collina)
Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley,
The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter?
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
One passed in a fever,
one was burned in a mine,
one was killed in a brawl,
one died in a jail,
one fell from the bridge toiling for children and wife.
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith,
The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one?
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
One died in shameful child-birth,
one of a thwarted love,
one at the hands of a brute in a brothel,
one of a broken pride, in a search for heart's desire,
one after life in far-away London and Paris
was brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and Mag.
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where are uncle Isaac and aunt Emily,
and old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton,
and major Walker who had talked
with venerable men of the revolution?
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
They brought them dead sons from the war
and daughters whom life had crushed,
and their children fatherless, crying
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where is old Father Jones
who played with the life all his ninety years,
braving the sleet with bared breast,
drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin,
nor gold, nor love, nor heaven?
Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago,
of the horse-races of long ago at Clary's Grove,
of what Abe Lincoln said
one time at Springfield.
Trainor, the druggist   (Un chimico)
Only the chemist can tell, and not always the chemist,
what will result from compounding
fluids and solids.
And who can tell
how men and women will interact
on each other, or what children will result?
There where Benjamin Pantier and his wife,
good in themselves, but evil toward each other:
he oxygen, she hydrogen,
their son, a devastating fire.
I Trainor, the druggist, a mixer of chemicals,
killed while making an experiment,
lived unwedded.
Frank Drummer   (Un matto)
Out of a cell into this darkened space
the end at twenty-five!
My tongue could not speak what stirred within me,
and the village thought me a fool,
yet at the start there was a clear vision,
a high and urgent purpose in my soul
which drove me on trying to memorize
The Encyclopaedia Britannica!
Dr. Siegrfried Iseman   (Un medico)
I said when they handed me my diploma,
I said to mysef I will be good
and wise and brave and helpful to others,
I said I will carry the Christian creed
into the practice of medicine!
Somehow the world and the other doctors
know what's in your heart as soon as you make
this high-souled resolution.
And the way of it is they starve you out.
And no one comes to you but the poor.
And you find too late that being a doctor
is just a way of making a living.
And when you are poor and have to carry
the Christian creed and wife and children
all on your back, it is too much!
That's why I made the Exilir of Youth,
which landed me in the jail at Peoria
branded a swindler and a crook
by the upringht Federal Judge!
Dippold the optician  (Un ottico)
what do you see now?
Globes of red, yellow, purple.
Just a moment! and now?
My father and mother and sisters.
Yes! and now?
Knights at arms, beautiful women, kind faces.
Try this.
A field of grain... a city.
Very good! And now?
A young woman with angels bending over her.
A heavier lens! And now?
Many women with bright eyes and open lips.
Try this.
Just a goblet on a table.
Oh I see! Try this lens!
Just an open space... I see nothing in particular.
Well, now!
Pine trees, a lake, a summer sky.
That's better. And now?
A book.
Read a page for me.
I can't. My eyes are carried beyond the page.
Try this lens.
Depths of air.
Excellent! And now?
Light, just light, making everything below it a toy world.
Very well, we'll make the glasses accordingly.

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 walterpi
Non mi secca affatto, per completezza ecco le altre:
Fiddler Jones (Il suonatore Jones)
The earth keeps some vibration going
there in your heart, and that is you.
And if the people find you can fiddle,
why, fiddle you must, for all your life.
What do you see, a harvest of clover?
Or a meadow to walk through to the river?
The wind's in the corn; you rub your hands
for beeves hereafter ready for market;
Or else you hear the rustle of skirts
like the girls when dancing at Little Grove.
To Cooney Potter a pillar of dust
or whirling leaves meant ruinous drouth;
They looked to me like Red-Heat Sammy 
stepping it off, to Toor-a-Loor.
How could I till my forty acres
not to speak of getting more,
with a medley of horns, bassoons and piccolos
stirred in my brain by crows and robins
and the creak of a wind-mill... only these?
And I never started to plow in my life
that some one did not stop in the road
and take me away to a dance or picnic
I ended up with forty acres;
I ended up with a broken fiddle
and a broken laugh, and a thousand memories,
and not a single regret.
Wendell P. Bloyd   (Un blasfemo)
They first charged me with disorderly conduct,
there being no statute on blasphemy,
later they locked me up as insane
where I was beaten to death by a Catholic guard.
My offense was this:
I said God lied to Adam, and destined him
to lead the life of a fool,
ignorant that there is evil in the world as well as good.
And when Adam outwittwd God by eating the apple
and saw through the lie,
God drove him out of Eden to keep him from taking
the fruit of immortal life.
For Christ's sake, you sensible people,
here's what God himself says about it in the book of Genesis:
<< And the Lord God said, behold the man
is become as one of us >> (a little envy, you see),
<<To know good and evil>> (The all-is-good lie exposed);
<<And now lest he put forth his hand and take
also of the tree of life and eat, and live forever:
therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden>>.
(The reason I believe God crucified his own Son
to get out of wretched tangle is, because it sounds just like Him)
Judge Selah Lively      (Un giudice)
Suppose you stood just five feet two,
and had worked your way as a grocery clerk,
studying law by candle light
until you became an attorney at law?
And then suppose through your diligence,
and regular church attendance,
you became attorney for Thomas Rhodes,
collecting notes and mortgages,
and representing all the widows
in the Probate Court? And through it all
they jered at your size, and laughed at your clothes
and your polished boots? And then suppose
you became the County Judge?
And Jefferson Howard and Kinsey Keene,
and Harmon Whitney, and all the giants
who had sneered at you, were forced to stand
before the bar and say:<<Your Honor >>
Well, don't you think it was natural
that I made it hard for them?
Francis Turner    (Un malato di cuore)
I could not run or play
in boyhood.
In manhood I could only sip the cup,
not drink
for scarlet-fever left my heart diseased.
Let I lie here
soothed by a secret none but Mary knows:
there is a garden of acacia,
catalpa trees, and arbors sweet with vines
there on that afternoon in June
by Mary's side
kissing her with my soul  upon my lips
it suddenly took flight.