January
Looking for fire
off and bring in black mood, wind and frost with your eyes
charms the ditch,
tarnish the sky with your breath.
For the cold you bring
meadows and woods seem a dead, but
of snow under your new life
corn drink.
off and bring in black mood, wind and frost with your eyes
charms the ditch,
tarnish the sky with your breath.
For the cold you bring
meadows and woods seem a dead, but
of snow under your new life
corn drink.
Renzo Pezzani
January
dim dawn border on the road is hard
hawthorn pleasant
roofs of deserted houses, only an echo of their lives
break the barking
peace of the night here, a lamp,
nobody has suspended, burning, spark
to an unknown balcony.
and palaces
trails in light of a distant moon
brigade, a gust of south wind brings the sound of fountains
a steep valley between the olive trees.
Fragments of beautiful days
illuminated lawns and taken away by the wind rise again
undecided. It will be days ... Other lights
longer pink in the twilight
are already coming, dear to me
souls in the rustling of the trees
smile in secret.
dim dawn border on the road is hard
hawthorn pleasant
roofs of deserted houses, only an echo of their lives
break the barking
peace of the night here, a lamp,
nobody has suspended, burning, spark
to an unknown balcony.
and palaces
trails in light of a distant moon
brigade, a gust of south wind brings the sound of fountains
a steep valley between the olive trees.
Fragments of beautiful days
illuminated lawns and taken away by the wind rise again
undecided. It will be days ... Other lights
longer pink in the twilight
are already coming, dear to me
souls in the rustling of the trees
smile in secret.
(Renzo Pezzani and Alessandro Parronchi, two great poets of the twentieth century, two different ways to make poetry and sublime: I want to deepen both in the next post).
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