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Gli alberi


Sono certo che agli alberi e non a noi
la pienezza di vita è data per intero
sulla benigna terra, sorella delle stelle,
noi siamo di passaggio e loro in patria.

Nell’autunno inoltrato,
nei campi vuoti, in tramonti accesi di rosso-rame
e in albe d’ambra, insegnano loro gradazioni del cielo,
sono popoli verdi e liberi.

Hanno Mosè tra le querce
Maria tra le palme - le loro anime con certezza
dialogano fra di loro silenziosamente
con l’acqua, che scorre nell’oscurità della terra senza limiti.

E nel profondo della terra, molando diamanti,
si frantuma il granito alla forza delle fonti
risuonano le fonti, gridano là dove si è tranciato l’olmo,
dove di foglie si è vestito il sicomoro.

Oh, trovassi anch’io un luogo,
nel quale poter non piangere né cantare,
silenziosamente crescendo in altezza
per innumerevoli millenni!

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
    The Trees
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака
  • Итальянский
    Паоло Статути
    Gli alberi
  • Новонорвежский
    Ю Эгген

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