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| Fishing in Spring, the Pont de Clichy (Asnières), Vincent van Gogh,1887. |
March
Today, Spring
is an effervescent wine.
Like a foam is the first green
on the great elms's bloomed wisps
where the seeds already falls
like diffuse rain.
Amongst the brimful and prodigal branches,
a goldfinch is pecking.
Green window shutters flash
on red facades
which the clear, merry wind
of March is cleaning.
All is a color of fields.
The ivy too is deluded,
the moss is greener
on the old, oblivious logs
which have no season.
Shaken by an immense breath
the city lives a day
of country humors.
Inebriated, springtime
runs in the blood.
From "Vincenzo Cardarelli: The Forgotten amongst the Great. A Collection of the Best Poems by Vincenzo Cardarelli, Translated in English," available as e-book on Amazon Kindle, iPhone, iPad, or iPod touch, on NOOK Book, on Kobo, and as printed, traditional edition through Lulu.
