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

A mirror palindrome One is happy 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 […]