The Foreign SnowA foreign snow dusted
the rooftops and terraces, but had no
time to stick to the ground, slushed
under hundreds of wheels. Then it rained.
Our own snow would carpet the alleys,
change the timbre of churchbells,
bring baby sparrows to our balconies.
Foreign snows’ll trick you, assure
you they carry bygone years,
faces, words, laughter... But look again.
(Translated by Anthony Molino)