Thursday, February 27, 2014

Bring me the Sunflower - Eugenio Montale


 (Portami il girasole ch'io lo trapianti)

Bring me the sunflower so I can transplant it
to my earth scorched with salt, 
so it can display all day to the azure mirrors 
of sky the anxiety of its yellow face. 

Dark things stretch towards brightness, 
bodies exhaust themselves in a flow 
of colours: this in music. To vanish 
is thus the hazard of venturing.

Bring me the plant that leads
where blond transparencies rise
where life dissolves like essence;
bring me the sunflower crazy with light.

Eugenio Montale, Italy, 1896-1981

1 comment:

Teresa Evangeline said...

Hi Grethe, I just want to let you know I'm thinking about you and hope all is well. I've slowed down a bit on my blogging and sometimes miss the more consistent connections blogging provided in the past. Last we "talked" you were looking for a new flat. I hope you found the plaxce you were looking for, you are feeling well, and life is good for you. Best wishes and hugs from Buddy and me.