Nov 2014
Half moon in May
has stopped on my balcony.
She told me
of the heat of summer
that stifled her,
of the autumn rains
that wetted her,
of the cold of winter
that benumbed her
and of the sun of spring
that gave her a flower
and she told me
that the dryness
(of summer)
makes (the autumn)
weep tears
and freezes the heart
(of winter)
until the hope of the sun
gives birth to a rose
(in spring).
14.8.’13
has stopped on my balcony.
She told me
of the heat of summer
that stifled her,
of the autumn rains
that wetted her,
of the cold of winter
that benumbed her
and of the sun of spring
that gave her a flower
and she told me
that the dryness
(of summer)
makes (the autumn)
weep tears
and freezes the heart
(of winter)
until the hope of the sun
gives birth to a rose
(in spring).
14.8.’13
The original poem ("Mezza luna a maggio") is in Italian.
I apologize for the translation. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned, please, read the original poem.
I apologize for the translation. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned, please, read the original poem.
