Dialect Poetry of Southern Italy (Italian Poetry in Translation Book 2)

I-Cat

A crust of scab
and fleas swarming in my coat:
no one comes near me.
Stradling the grass
or stretched on the pavement
I get high on the sun.
I sleep in my spare time
and in my dreams, line by line,
I mew out a poem.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)