Cigola la carrucola del pozzo

Eugenio Montale

Cigola la carrucola del pozzo,

l’acqua sale alla luce e vi si fonde.

Trema un ricordo nel ricolmo secchio,

nel puro cerchio un’immagine ride.

Accosto il volto a evanescenti labbri:

si deforma il passato, si fa vecchio,

appartiene ad un altro…

Ah che già stride

la ruota, ti ridona all’atro fondo,

visione, una distanza ci divide.

The well wheel pulley squeals

Eugenio Montale

The well wheel pulley squeals

the water rises to the light and dissolves.

A memory trembles in the teeming bucket,

in the pure circlet an image beams.

I near my face to evanescent lips:

the past is deformed, becomes dated,

belongs to someone else…

And already the screams

of the wheel restore you to the deep shadows,

vision, a distance comes between us.

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Translation ©Matilda Colarossi

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