Pablo Picasso
Landscape With Bridge
Do You See The Town?
Do you see the town, how it rests over there,
whispering, it nestles in the cloak of night?
The moon pours her silvery silken stream
down upon it in magical splendor.
The gentle night wind wafts its breath from there,
so ghostly, a dying gentle sound:
It cries in dreams, it breathes deeply and heavily,
it whispers, mysterious, alluringly frightened…
The dark town, it sleeps in my heart
with brilliance and fire, with painfully colorful splendor:
But its reflection floats around you, flatters you,
Hushed to a whisper, gliding through the night.
~ Hugo Von Hofmannsthal ~
Do you see the town, how it rests over there,
whispering, it nestles in the cloak of night?
The moon pours her silvery silken stream
down upon it in magical splendor.
The gentle night wind wafts its breath from there,
so ghostly, a dying gentle sound:
It cries in dreams, it breathes deeply and heavily,
it whispers, mysterious, alluringly frightened…
The dark town, it sleeps in my heart
with brilliance and fire, with painfully colorful splendor:
But its reflection floats around you, flatters you,
Hushed to a whisper, gliding through the night.
~ Hugo Von Hofmannsthal ~
