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Dear words that you hear by Cristanziano Serricchio

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Dear words that you hear, far sweeter

than those you keep close in your heart and don’t say.

I will perhaps hear them when, overwhelmed

by the sand of time in the flood that has dried,

you will not find this tree with deep roots

on the verge anymore.

The stones of the nest where we have lived,

the forest of years on which we have carved

our names, the air of the hamlet and the sea

bringing a lot the scent of pines,

will be heard for me by them while they spread clear

in the last, wide periwinkled sunset.

(Translation by Cristanziano Luca Serricchio)

From Questi Ragazzi (1991), in Poems of Tomorrow. Selected Poems 1978-2010 (2011)

Edited by Plinio Perilli

© GRADIVA PUBLICATIONS Stony Brook, New York

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