You never come back.
I say good-by when I see you going in the doors,
The hopeless open doors that call and wait
And take you then for - how many cents a day?
How many cents for the sleepy eyes and fingers?
I say good-by because I know they tap your wrists,
In the dark, in the silence, day by day,
And all the blood of you drop by drop,
And you are old before you are young.
You never come back.
I say good-by when I see you going in the doors,
The hopeless open doors that call and wait
And take you then for - how many cents a day?
How many cents for the sleepy eyes and fingers?
I say good-by because I know they tap your wrists,
In the dark, in the silence, day by day,
And all the blood of you drop by drop,
And you are old before you are young.
You never come back.
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 18/11/2017 - 21:50
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Versi di Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) poeta, nella sua raccolta intitolata “Chicago Poems” pubblicata nel 1916
Musica per voce e pianoforte scritta nel 1948 da Nicodemo DeGioio, in arte Norman Dello Joio (1913-2008), importante compositore statunitense di origine italiana