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Literature and Ideas


Photograph by Thomas B.
It was March,
on the way
to the well.

The hedgerows
had woken
up white

like snow,
but not quite.

It’s the trembling

first breath
of morning.
Di marzo per la via
della fontana
la siepe s’è svegliata
tutta bianca,
ma non è neve,
quella: è biancospino
tremulo ai primi
soffi del mattino.

Umberto Saba

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