I know a city
that each day fills with sun
and all is enraptured at that instant
I left one evening
The sawing of the cicadas
stayed in my heart
From a vessel
painted white
I saw
my city disappear
leaving
for a moment
a clasp of light suspended
in turbid air.
Giuseppe Ungaretti (1888 - 1970) Italy
Translated by A.S. Kline
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