Monthly Archives: November 2019

Soldiers (1918)

hanging like in the autumn on to the trees the leaves – my translation of Giuseppe Ungaretti’s poem: Soldati Si sta come d’autunno sugli alberi le foglie

Two people

A mirror palindrome One is elated not unusual except it’s eight am and it’s grey “I‘ll walk with you for a bit you don’t mind do you” happy humming “lovely the wild birds how they fly free drawing gentle loops on that crisp blue water” an uncertain sun pierces the clouds “in those spent grey […]