Clof, clop, cloch, <br />Cloffete, <br />Cloppete, <br />Clocchete, <br />Chchch... <br />The poor <br />Sick <br />Fountain <br />Is down <br />In the courtyard; <br />Hearing <br />It cough, <br />What a pang! <br />It coughs, <br />Coughs, <br />Stands still <br />A bit... <br />Coughs <br />Again. <br />My poor <br />Fountain, <br />Your pain <br />Presses <br />My heart. <br />It stands still, <br />One can't hear <br />Any <br />Noise, <br />Maybe... <br />Maybe... <br />Is it dead? <br />Horror! <br />Ah! no. <br />Here it's again, <br />It coughs <br />Again. <br />Clof, clop, cloch, <br />Cloffete, <br />Cloppete, <br />Clocchete, <br />Chchch... <br />The phthisis <br />Is killing it. <br />Oh my God! <br />Its <br />Eternal <br />Cough <br />Is the death <br />Of me; <br />A little, <br />Well and good, <br />But a lot... <br />What a lamentation! <br />But Habel! <br />Victoria! <br />Go, <br />Run, <br />Turn the spring off, <br />Its <br />Eternal <br />Cough <br />Is the death of me! <br />Go, <br />Place <br />Something <br />To put <br />An end to it, <br />Maybe... <br />Maybe <br />To die. <br />Heavens! <br />Jesus! <br />Never more! <br />Never more. <br />In the end <br />With your <br />Ill, <br />My poor <br />Fountain, <br />You'll see you kill <br />Me as well. <br />Clof, clop, cloch, <br />Cloffete, <br />Cloppete, <br />Clocchete, <br />Chchch... <br />(Translated from Italian by P.G.Mazzarello)<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-palazzeschi-the-sick-fountain/
