A longing for light things - Lake Como
A longing for light things - Lake Como
and the line of hills flattened out, trembling, azure:
and seemed the sea to me
and pleased me more than the real sea
Antonia Pozzi, Love of distance
and it does not surrender, it does not surrender,
even if the wind, bearing from all the woods
the sound of all the fallen leaves,
whispers words of abandonment.
Antonia Pozzi, Examples
While you sleep
years of sun pass
between the tops of the larches
and the clouds.
Antonia Pozzi, Time
Lakes of wonder are spread wide
at evening in your eyes
Antonia Pozzi, For Emilio Comici
I give you myself,
my sleepless nights,
the long sips of sky and stars – drunk
on the mountains,
the breeze of the seas
traversing distant dawns.
Antonia Pozzi, Beauty
It will be gentle
to the tired woodcutter
lie down then – near the pile
lit by him
and with that warm light
sink into sleep.
Antonia Pozzi, Admonition
Not on your face only: on any forehead
aching with torment and tiredness
fall these blind caresses of mine,
like the yellowed leaves of autumn.
Antonia Pozzi, Another respite
Perhaps life is really
such as you find it in younger days:
an eternal breath seeking
from sky to sky
who knows what height.
Antonia Pozzi, Meadows
A longing for light things
in the heart as heavy
as a stone
inside a boat –
Yet one evening it will reach
these shores,
the unfettered soul:
without folding down the reeds
without stirring up water or air
it will set sail – with the houses
of the distant island,
for a high reef of stars –
Antonia Pozzi, A longing for light things