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WATERS AND LANDS – Alley, poetry by Salvatore Quasimodo

ALLEY

POESIA.1.1POESIA.1.1To me sometimes call your voice, and I know that skies and waters, to me they wake up in a network of sun that unravels, on your walls that were at night, a swinging lamp, the workshops late, full of wind and sadness. Another time: a frame beating in the courtyard, and you could hear the night crying, of puppies and children. Alley: a cross of houses, which are called up, and do not know who is afraid of being alone in the dark.

(Salvatore Quasimodo)

http://www.amazon.com/The-Night-Fountain-Selected-Translations/dp/1904614051

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