Charles Simic – Due poesie tradotte da Giovanni Ibello

There is a blind hen Pecking at a grain of gold A stream so cold It’s afraid to flow An escaped convict talking of home To a withered tree And death’s favorite crow Sitting in it In a forest of whispers Where a lone ant Just raised on his back A charred straw. Charles Simic * C’è una gallina cieca Che becca un granello d’oro … Continua a leggere Charles Simic – Due poesie tradotte da Giovanni Ibello