Women Behind Genoa and Elsewhere

Translated by Nicholas Benson While they walked the dusty Sunday road echoes with their laughter— women young and old took another road, closing kerchiefs in fists, later in summer, on another Apennine, covered with chestnuts— here’s a clearing where they paused quietly it’s almost midday in the mountains behind Genoa as they emerge and laugh,

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Suddenly the limpid stupor of the immensity towers above the debris And the man bent over the water surprised by the sun discovers a shadow Wafting in pieces and gently floating away

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