Giuseppi Ungaretti


Giuseppe Ungaretti Writer Pictures 


         Sea's shifting landscapes no longer

Lead me, or lacerating

Pallor of dawn on these or those leaves;

Old night I carry on my eyes,

I cannot set against the block.

Forgotten, what

Do I want with images? 


                            Translation by Andrew Wylie

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