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  • Atrocidad: Nonsense / 12 diciembre 2004

    Tengo algo que enseñarles, extraído de A Book of Nonsense, libro de poemas del muy nombrado en estas páginas Mervyn Peake.

    Acaba de llegarme vía www.bookcrossing.com, que Yaveh les dé hijos fuertes y terneras lustrosas. Es un enjambre de maravillas y yo debo compartirlas con ustedes, Ociosos Lectores. Ah, por cierto, viene prologado por Maeve Gilmore, paciente esposa del señor Peake.

    Yo no sé a qué está esperando Nick Cave para currarse una canción con esto. Una con música festiva y ominosa a la par, que no está reñido. Tampoco sé a qué está esperando Neil Gaiman, ya que estamos.

    I
    There lived a dwarf in Battersea
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    There lived a dwarf in Battersea
    Whose hands were white in leprosy
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    II
    At dead of night he crept to see
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    At dead of night he crept to see
    What he could see at 163!
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    III
    And there he saw a maiden fair
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    And there he saw a maiden fair
    With tawny eyes and tawny hair
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    IV
    Then through the letter-box he crept
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    Then through the letter-box he crept
    To where the golden lady slept
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    V
    He gave a most disgusting croak
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    He gave a most disgusting croak
    At which the sleeping one awoke
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    VI
    The dwarf hissed through his pointed teeth
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    The dwarf hissed through his pointed teeth
    And drew a skewer from its sheath
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    VII
    But look! A creature high above
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    But see! A creature high above
    Has singed the yellow wall with love!
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    VIII
    And like the story tales of yore
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    And like the story tales of yore
    This creature leaps upon the floor
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    IX
    O he came sailing through the air
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    O he came sailing through the air
    For what man dareth he will dare
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    X
    His hair was dark his lips were fat
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    His hair was dark his lips were fat
    He wore a grenny yellow hat
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    XI
    He thrust a paintbrush through the dwarf
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    He thrust a paintbrush through the dwarf
    And shouted with a grisly larf…
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    XII
    ‘Get in this tin of linseed oil!’
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    ‘Get in this tin of linseed oil!
    Before I put it on to boil!’
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    XIII
    The dwarf turns white but did as bid
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    The dwarf turns white but did as bid
    And then they fastened down the lid
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    XIV
    They danced a tango up and down
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    They danced a tango up and down
    Until the yellow dwarf went brown
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    XV
    Until the yellow dwarf went black
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    Until the yellow dwarf went black
    And then they laid him to his back
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    XVI
    Until the yellow dwarf went red
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    Until the yellow dwarf went red
    And they stood him on his head!
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    XVII
    And set him down the Thames afloat
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    And set him down the Thames afloat
    Within a papier-mâché boat
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away.

    XVIII
    So one and all beware who wish
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    So one and all beware who wish
    Within the sacred pool to fish!
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river runs away.

    XIX
    And all beware who wish to see
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    And all beware who hope to see
    The golden light of 163
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away!

    XX
    There lived a dwarf in Battersea
    (O lend me a tanner!)
    There lived a dwarf in Battersea
    But he has now passed over see
    And where is he? O don’t ask me!
    (Sing you O to me O)
    And the river rolls away
    A way
    And the river rolls away.

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