Testo di Villanelle

Would you think me to go gently, knowing what I know, while the lightning strikes so far from here? {Villanelle, O Villanelle} But a riddle, evidently, is poetry in Hell, and the answer's always far from clear. {Villanelle, O Villanelle} Is the measure of a man all that slips from out your hand while you're waiting for your life to turn around? For the measure of your life falls from one edge of the knife, and from the other fall the years upon the ground. {Villanelle, O Villanelle} From the moment we stop burning, One angel knows the sound of a soul that's giving up the fight. {Villanelle, O Villanelle} Do we leave or keep returning to another patch of ground just to rage against the dying light? {Villanelle, O Villanelle} Is the measure of a man all that slips from out your hand while you're waiting for your life to turn around? For the measure of your life falls from one edge of the knife and from the other fall the years upon the ground. {Villanelle, O Villanelle}