All Souls’ DayI.
On every branch of every yellow tree
the fog has left a single tear behind
the sky’s so dark today it’s hard to see,
it wants to weep for all those in the ground.
A band of melancholy little sparrows
flew inside a heavy thicket all together
and did not sing again, they suddenly stopped
as soon as they had seen the morning weather.
Without being even jiggled by the wind
every thick cypress tree that felt the rain
trickles with bitter tears down in the ditches
and the thick cypress tree, as if it were
a giant aspergillum for this earth,
blesses it without needing to be shaken.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)