En 2007 se publicó el álbum No Promises de Carla Bruni, repleto de buena literatura de escritores universalmente conocidos (y reconocidos) como Emily Dickinson, H.D.Auden, Yeats, Christina Rosetti o Dorothy Parker. En mi opinión, ha sido menos difundido que el que le precedía y el que le siguió, ambos en francés.
Aquí dejo una de las canciones. Se trata del poema I Felt my Life with both my Hands de Emily Dickinson.
I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I judged my features, jarred my hair
I pushed my dimples by,
and waited, if they twinkled back
Conviction might, of me
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend,
That was a former time
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!"
I turned my Being round and round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there.
