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

Horn of Plenty

From what depth does there emerge
with this light of dawn, so bleary
in the haze, so dank from its surge,
this knot of words, this discovery
of my horn of plenty, cast away
once amid the ravage of the ages,
of life frittered down to be a prey
to the fripperies of vain ambages?
Gently rippling grass, decanted
in ageless night anew and, come morn,
revealed in splendor, grass enchanted
like childhood when, called to be reborn,
I stirred from bed at dawn and panted
the novena ─ from me this cant be torn!
(Translated by Justin Vitiello)