Epitaph on a Tyrant

W.H. Auden

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EPITAPH ON A TYRANT	EPITAFFIO DI UN TIRANNO

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,	La perfezione, in qualche modo, era ciò che ricercava,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;	E la poetica da lui inventata era semplice da capire,
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,	Conosceva l'umana follia come il dorso della sua mano,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;	Ed era grandemente interessato in eserciti e flotte;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,	Quando rideva, rispettabili senatori scoppiavano a ridere,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.	E quando piangeva, i bambini piccoli morivano in mezzo alle strade.

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