Monday, May 18, 2009
Francesca e Caterina
ma come può un coniglio
fare il prato più verde
una strada ferrata
una stazione di mattoni rossi
nascondersi fra colline di robinie
per farle più spinose e più robinie
sopratutto questo odore di foglie nuove
ma come può?
come è possibile
che tutto un mondo si colori di mattino
se vi tengo per mano
to the little ones
Francesca and Caterina
but how can a rabbit
make the meadow greener
a railway line
a red brick station
hide themselves among hills of robinia
to make them more thorny and the more robinia
above all this smell of new leaves
but how can it?
how is it possible
that a whole world grow colored with morning
if I hold you two by the hand
from The Greener Meadow: Selected Poems, Luciano Erba, Translated by Peter Robinson, Princeton University Press, 2006
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