Homage to Carducci 2021

behind the curtain

Carducci reappears*

with his San Martino 

in Chinese

on plexiglass

at my window

thank you

Carducci

Bernadette

5/03/2021

Mui Wo

*San Martin by Carducci

Translated by G.L. Bickersteth ( 1913)

The drizzling mists mount slowly

And all the rough hills veileth;

Lashed by the north wind waileth

The sea, grey like the earth;

But through the suburb’s alleys

A pungent scent from seething

Vats is wafted, breathing 

Of wine and festal mirth.

Stands at his door the huntsman:

Within, the logs are blazing:

He stands and whistles, gazing,

While the spit turns on the hearth

At dark birds-flock migrating

Thro’ the red-tinged clouds of even

Like thoughts to exile driven

From the mind that gave them birth.

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