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I am a creature
Like this stone
of San Michele
so cold,
so harsh,
dry
and stubborn
so perfect
without soul.
Like this stone
it's my cry
that remains unseen
The death
is paid
by living.
Damnation
Prisoner between the perishing
(Even the starry sky will have an end)
Why do I long for God?
Vanity
All at once
a boundless stupefaction
has ascended
above the ruins.
And the man
bent
over the water
he finds himself
a shadow.
Waved
and slowly
broken.
March Night
Indecent moon, turn to your unexpected light,
the shadow where Apollo sleeps
Has a questionable clarity.
Again, the dreaming opens its ravishing eyes,
It illuminates from a top window.
Wings of desire
When they will feel the earth
They will embody pain.
garetti English
Of August
Greedy mourning nibbling at the living,
Wide dull sea,
Without loneliness,
Repressed cries in liturgy kneeling,
Summer,
Shaded fleshless stones within hollows.
Awaked ashes of the amphitheaters…
Which Erebus?
I howl.
Every gray
From the abandoned snake skin
To the craven mole
Every gray is wasted on cathedrals ...
Like a yellow prow
From star to star, the sun bids us farewell
And frowns under the celestial vault...
Like a tired forehead
It came up again at night
In the digging of a palm.
Day after day (11)
The swallow passes by and with her the summer,
And I say, I myself will pass…
But stay with me, harrowing love,
When I become a lessened haze
That came back from hell
With just a few silences.
English translation by David Lapadat from romanian - Giuseppe Ungaretti - O viata de om | Traducere din limba italiana - Nicoleta Dabija | Editura Paralela 45 | 2018
