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

(Marcin) #1
One day,

─ I could not tell you whether it was cold
or raining in the world ─
the midday light
suddenly broke out.
Without realizing,
the lovers walked hand in hand
and swam across the smile
spread by the town bells.
There was no anguish now;
they felt lighter than saints,
they dreamed the dreams of
virgins stretched upon the grass,
who see the sky and a dove
passing before them.
They came to the right spot:
now they could embrace
and kiss
they could entwine like flames
within a fire, and cry
and laugh and sigh like madmen,
but they did nothing:
they stood bewildered

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