The Country Of Secret Syllables
Salvatore Quasimodo
From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day
Salvatore Quasimodo
and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert.
Salvatore Quasimodo
The dark landscape yields a dialogue.
Salvatore Quasimodo
It is unknown to you,
Salvatore Quasimodo
that country where each day I go down deep to nourish secret syllables.
Giuseppe Ungaretti
I flood myself with the light of the immense.
Giuseppe Ungaretti
I'm left with the emptiness of an endless secret.
The Country Of Secret Syllables
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