Laughing Moon
An Ocean route causes my nocturnal sorrow;
remorse and falsities keep me awake;
odd years and forgotten songs I borrow,
with demons transferring my mistakes.
They are my lost pals! From Oceanic depths,
they jump and dance dressed as buffoons,
and each one keeps a violin or trumpet,
as they play around me, their looney tunes.
Quite a group! A theater in a dusk folklore
drunken musicians, organs distuned
are smiling with swollen faces to yore
in front of a half-hidden laughing moon.
Quite a feast this is! Hoarse sound of hymns,
amidst horns, vociferous trombones and lyres;
my joker pals in air jump! and sing;
I inherit their foolish laughs and tears.
And among them I see the best dancer jump;
his image in a pandemonium on a barren delf;
I see a chorus foolishly playing paeans;
as this buffoon resembles - of myself.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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