After A Motet By Eugenio Montale

Dieter Weslowski

Mortal, I shall enter the shadow,
cry my several farewells, wave
only once to the cypresses and pines,
then good-bye everything, except

that hour when you threw
back your black hair into the shade
of the bright mimosa,
that I take with me.

 

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