Life

August evening

Posted in new, poetry by martalorenza on August 23, 2009

azzurro

 

And the old woman sits
Upon the steps among her neighbors, spinning,
Turning herself to where the day goes down;

The sky takes on a deeper blue, and shadows fall
Cast by the roofs and hills
Beneath the whiteness of the rising moon. 

 

 

Leopardi, da Saturday evening in the village

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