VENTO E GRANA
Mario Luzi
Là nei campi distesi un’acqua luce dove l’alta città vibra riflessa con le torri e le statue: ci conduce l’infanzia sempre lei, sempre la stessa
età sotto le stesse bianche mura. Ma gli sguardi derivano più lenti nel cielo dove l’albero matura anticamente i suoi frutti imminenti
nel tempo da venire. Era la vita, l’inatteso. Fra i giunchi supplichevole un’ombra riparava e fra le dita delle statue profonde e impercettibili.
Raggi incolori osavano non viste le stelle premature, ancora insazio il giuoco s’arrestava sulle piste, noi sorpresi, esse morte nello spazio.
Una nube avanzava, era l’estate: esalavano un alito più mite ai portali le sfinge irriposate tese ai campi di pioggia e alle marcite. |
WIND AND GRAIN
Mario Luzi
There in the fields lies a water light where the lofty city oscillates reflected with its towers and its statues: our guide as always is youth, always the same
age under the same ashen walls. But our eyes are drawn more slowly to the sky where the tree has matured in ancient times its imminent fruit
for times to come. It was life, the unexpected. Beseeching among the willows a shadow hid and among the fingers of the statues profound and imperceptible.
Colourless rays challenged unseen the premature stars, still desirous the game then came to an end, we surprised, the stars dead in space.
A cloud was approaching, it was summer: spent the sphinxes exhaled at the portals a milder breath tended towards fields of rain and water meadows.
Translation ©Matilda Colarossi
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Mario Luzi, born in Tuscany in 1914, is famous for his poetry. He was a professor at the University of Florence and published numerous works throughout the 20th century. Winner of numerous literary prizes, in 1991 he was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
The poem Wind and grain is taken from Un Brindisi, Sansoni, Firenze, 1946 (pp 16)
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