Un pensiero per la Birmania.<\/p>\n
<\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Uno dei brani pi\u00f9 famosi della musica classica birmana. Anticamente veniva eseguito a palazzo reale e nelle occasioni in cui il re si rivolgeva al popolo.<br \/>\nE mentre ascoltate leggetevi<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">Rudyard Kipling, Mandalay<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">che avr\u00e0 anche degli accenti un po’ da romantico colonialismo d’altri tempi e a tratti \u00e8 buffa, per\u00f2 ha rappresentato per molto tempo la Birmania nell’immaginario occidentale…<\/p>\n<p><em>By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ eastward to the sea,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, and I know she thinks o’ me;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:<\/em><br \/>\n<em>“Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!”<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Come you back to Mandalay,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where the old Flotilla lay:<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Can’t you ‘ear their paddles chunkin’ from Rangoon to Mandalay?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On the road to Mandalay,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where the flyin’-fishes play,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>‘Er petticoat was yaller an’ ‘er little cap was green,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ ‘er name was Supi-yaw-lat — jes’ the same as Theebaw’s Queen,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ I seed her first a-smokin’ of a whackin’ white cheroot,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ a-wastin’ Christian kisses on an ‘eathen idol’s foot:<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Bloomin’ idol made o’mud —<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd —<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed ‘er where she stud!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On the road to Mandalay . . .<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>When the mist was on the rice-fields an’ the sun was droppin’ slow,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>She’d git ‘er little banjo an’ she’d sing “Kulla-lo-lo!”<\/em><br \/>\n<em>With ‘er arm upon my shoulder an’ ‘er cheek agin’ my cheek<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We useter watch the steamers an’ the hathis pilin’ teak.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Elephints a-pilin’ teak<\/em><br \/>\n<em>In the sludgy, squdgy creek,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where the silence ‘ung that ‘eavy you was ‘arf afraid to speak!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On the road to Mandalay . . .<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But that’s all shove be’ind me — long ago an’ fur away,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ there ain’t no ‘busses runnin’ from the Bank to Mandalay;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ I’m learnin’ ‘ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:<\/em><br \/>\n<em>“If you’ve ‘eard the East a-callin’, you won’t never ‘eed naught else.”<\/em><br \/>\n<em>No! you won’t ‘eed nothin’ else<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But them spicy garlic smells,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ the sunshine an’ the palm-trees an’ the tinkly temple-bells;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On the road to Mandalay . . .<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I am sick o’ wastin’ leather on these gritty pavin’-stones,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Tho’ I walks with fifty ‘ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ they talks a lot o’ lovin’, but wot do they understand?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Beefy face an’ grubby ‘and —<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Law! wot do they understand?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I’ve a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On the road to Mandalay . . .<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where there aren’t no Ten Commandments an’ a man can raise a thirst;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>For the temple-bells are callin’, an’ it’s there that I would be —<\/em><br \/>\n<em>By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On the road to Mandalay,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where the old Flotilla lay,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!<\/em><br \/>\n<em>On the road to Mandalay,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where the flyin’-fishes play,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!<\/em><\/p>\n<div class=\"related-posts\">\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Un pensiero per la Birmania. Uno dei brani pi\u00f9 famosi della musica classica birmana. Anticamente veniva eseguito a palazzo reale e nelle occasioni in cui il re si rivolgeva al popolo. 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