dimarts, 11 de març de 2008

L'Albatros - Charles Baudelaire

Sovint, per esbargir-se, els homes d’equipatge
capturen uns albatros, magnes ocells marins,
que, indolents companyons, segueixen el viatge
de la nau que s’esmuny sobre els avencs salins.

Tot just entaforats en la insòlita escena,
aquests reis de l’atzur, maldestres i porucs,
per la coberta es mouen arrossegant amb pena
les seves ales balnques a tall de rems feixucs.

L’alat viatger amb cara tan inepta i adusta!
Tan bell adés i, ara, risible, lleig i moix!
L’un excita el seu bec amb la pipa de fusta,
l’altre un alacaigut imita fent-se el coix!

El Poeta és semblant al rei de les altures,
veí de la tempesta, ni dels arquers fa cas;
exiliat en terra i blanc de les censures,
ses ales de gegant van destorbant-li el pas.

2 comentaris:

jocavi ha dit...

Hola amic bloggero, com veig que t' agrada bastant la musica, et convido a escoltar-nos, a
a veure que et sembla,ja mateix farem un video i a veure si ens va be la cosa, salut

L'urinal ha dit...

Bonic, dur, trist poema.

Aquí te'n deixo un altre sobre l'albatros...

Rime Of The Ancient Mariner [13:45] (Harris)
(Iron Maiden, del disc “Powerslave”, de 1984)

Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings

And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on

The Mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'til all is calm

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck the dead bird is hung

And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me

"Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."

There, calls the Mariner, there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide?

See... onward she comes, onward she nears, out of the sun
See... she has no crew, she has no life, wait but there's two

Death and she Life in Death, they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now
Then... crew one by one, they drop down dead, two hundred men
She... She Life in Death, she lets him live, her chosen one

"One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, and cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men, (and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, they dropped down one by one."

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he
And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the Sea
Then down in falls comes the rain

(9:15 – Solo: Adrian Smith)
(9:41 – Solo: Dave Murray)

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they're lifeless in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the Mariner's left alone

And then a boat came sailing toward him
It was a joy he could not believe
The Pilot's boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins

The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on...

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