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ballad_of_the_little_square
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Camille
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The children sing
in the quiet night;
clear stream,
serene fountain!
Children: What joy does your divine heart celebrate?
Myself:
A clanging of bells
lost in the mist.
Children:
You leave us singing
in the little square.
Clear stream,
serene fountain!
What signs of spring
do you hold in your hand?
Myself:
A rose of blood
and a white lily.
Children:
Dip them in the water
of the antique song.
Clear stream,
serene fountain!
What do you feel in your mouth
scarlet and thirsting?
Myself:
The savour of the bones
of my great skull.
Children:
Drink the tranquil water
of the antique song.
Clear stream,
serene fountain!
Why do you go so far
from the little square?
Myself:
I go in search of magicians
and of princesses!
Children:
Who showed you the path
of the poets?
Myself:
The fountain and the stream
of the antique song.
Children:
Do you go far, very far
from the sea and the earth?
Myself:
My heart of silk
is filled with lights,
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far,
farther than those hills,
farther than the seas,
close to the stars,
to beg Christ the Lord
to give back the soul I had
of old, when I was a child,
ripened with legends,
with a feathered cap
and a wooden sword.
Children:
You leave us singing
in the little square,
clear stream,
serene fountain!
The enormous pupils
of the parched fronds
injured by the wind,
the dead leaves weep
Stephen Spender and J.L. Gili
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camille
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oops, forgot the most important part of this ballad
The artist who painted the picture
"Frederico Garcia Lorca" ,
Stephen Spender and J.L. Gili were the translators
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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