Indimenticabile... Samuel Taylor Coleridge ed il suo "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner": con traduzione a fronte, solo in inglese
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Are those her ribs through which the Sun
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that Woman all her crew?
Is that a DEATH? and are there two?
Is DEATH that Woman’s mate?
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man’s blood with cold.
The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice:
«The game is done! I’ve won, I’ve won!»
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
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