on leave

Who will come with me through the fields

The sun scatters itself in diamond
drops of water
on the pliant grass

I fall in with
the pleasure
of the calm-hearted universe

The mountains swell
in draughts of lilac shadow
and row along with the sky

In the light vault above
the spell has broken

And I plummet into myself

And hide in a nest within myself

Giuseppe Ungaretti

through virgin snow I roam

Through virgin snow I roam,
Fresh lilies fill my heart.
The dusk, to guide me home,
Has lit a candle-star.

Light? Dark? I cannot say.
Was that the breeze? A cock?
Has winter come? Or maybe
Swans in the meadows flock?

How smooth the snow, how white!
Frost tingling warmth imparts.
I’d love to clasp the bright
Bare birch-breasts to my heart!

Dark thickets! But all round
Clear snow fields cheer the eyes.
I’d love to fold arms round
The willow’s timber thighs.