Dawn islands dozing

Dawn islands dozing
In golden haze fade to grey
On August evenings.

Red Valerian
On the crumbling granite wall
Tell me of Summer.

25 August 1967

Il sole del pomeriggio

Sotto il sole del pomeriggio,
Dietro le imposte marrone,
Dormano le case tranquille
Soltanto le lucertole,
Verde come gemme byzantine,
Rimangono al sole.

Assisi – 1993

Under the Limes

My friends, the limes are blooming now
And in their vaults the holy bees
Intone their sacred offices.

Of all high Summer’s sacraments,
This moves me most and with sweet scents
Body and mind intoxicates.

For this brief moment in the year,
Come share the fragrance of the limes
And, like the bees, forget all else.

The two giant limes in the school playground are in full flower. 5.7.92

Blackbird

A blackbird sat on the school fence
Watching the boys doing long jump.
“This is the way you do it,” he said,
And swooping down from his perch
Flew the whole length of the sand pit.

Gallicantu

Sharp at five
A cock crew.
The call came from
A great distance,
From the west so it seemed,
From the ocean
And the drowned farms.
It hung in the still air
And faded and was gone.

I thought of Peter
In his sleepless night
Seated by the courtyard fire,
Wishing it would consume him,
Wishing he could undo the night.
Alas, there was no going back,
No possible retrieval,
Day was breaking,
And was already moving
To its terrible conclusion.

Waiting for Summer

The wind blows the sand
Into the long whitened grass
And into our hair,
Lovers lying together,
Waiting for Summer.

Seasons

Aside

Now falls the blossom on the snow
As through the cherry March winds blow
And through my heart the seasons flow.

1989