GrandfathersI don’t know who I am; I only know
that one day very soon
I will keep those old timers from my land
forever company, all those grandfathers
who used to sit outside
in the August sun
chin leaning on a cane,
and endlessly repeated the same things,
the same old things they still repeat today
to trees and wind, to roots and branches,
and to the first fragrant grass of spring.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)