Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.

Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.

It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.

Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We begin to believe
the night would not end.

Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
how small they were, how far away.


Qualcuno stava dicendo
qualcosa riguardo ombre che coprono il campo, riguardo
lo scorrere dell’esistenza, di come ci si addormenti verso il mattino
ed il mattino passi.

Qualcuno stava dicendo
di come il vento muoia ma poi ritorni,
di come le conchiglie siano le bare del vento
ma il tempo continui.

Era una lunga notte
e qualcuno disse qualcosa riguardo a come la luna perdeva il suo
sul freddo campo, come non ci fosse nulla davanti a noi
oltre le solite cose.

Qualcuno menzionò
una citta in cui era stata prima della guerra, una stanza con due
contro un muro, qualcuno che danzava, qualcuno che guardava.
Cominciamo a credere
che la notte non avrebbe avuto termine.

Qualcuno stava dicendo che la musica era finita e nessuno
se n’era accorto.
Allora qualcuno disse qualcosa riguardo i pianeti, riguardo le
di quanto fossero piccole, quanto fossero lontane.

Mark Strand

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