The Birth Of Song
(Sorgiva: luce riemersa)
Arise: re-emergent light:
bright burning leaves.
I lie down in brimming rivers
where there are islands
mirrors of shadows and stars.
And your celestial heights overwhelm me,
that always nurture
my other life with joy.
I long to reclaim you,
though disillusioned,
adolescence with infirm
limbs.
Salvatore Quasimodo (1901-1968)
source: Salvatore Quasimodo selected poems
poetsofmodernity.xyz
translated by A S Kline
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