I recall your smile, and for me it is limpid water
slight mirror in which you see an ivy and its inflorescence,
and over all the embrace of a serene white sky.
This is my recollection; I cannot say, O distant one,
if an ingenuous spirit is freely expressed in your face,
truly you are a wanderer whom the world’s ills exhaust,
and who carry your suffering with you like a talisman.
But this I may say; that your thoughtful portrait
drowns anxious inspiration in a wave of calm;
and your aspect insinuates itself in grey memory
pure as the crown of a youthful palm-tree…
For K.
Eugenio Montale (1896 - 1981) Italy
Translated by A.S. Kline
Source: Poets of Modernity
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