Jan 2015
The sky rumbles
and the lake ripples.
The dusky clouds,
presage of the storm,
darken the day.
The birds keep silent
the seagulls disappear
and on the quay
the boats,
creaking, move.
Shaken
the reeds bend
and eddies of algae
seethe in the waters.
The first rain falls
and announced by the thunder
sudden
the storm arrives.
Quickly comes
and quickly goes.
It's a whim of summer.
Nothing more.
21.7.'13
and the lake ripples.
The dusky clouds,
presage of the storm,
darken the day.
The birds keep silent
the seagulls disappear
and on the quay
the boats,
creaking, move.
Shaken
the reeds bend
and eddies of algae
seethe in the waters.
The first rain falls
and announced by the thunder
sudden
the storm arrives.
Quickly comes
and quickly goes.
It's a whim of summer.
Nothing more.
21.7.'13
The original poem ("Il temporale sul lago") is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned,
please, read the original poem.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned,
please, read the original poem.
