Irised

New is
the blessed moon, remote
but dying, for it's waned. And
sorrow, mine,
remember that year—
on the edge the lights were changing irises,
life (laboring)
rose, appeared
and concealed.
That face alone—Love
there—does me good
(longings and longings and longings …)
with SoulLighter.


English translation by Alessio Zanelli

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Iridato

E' nuova la luna
benedetta, lontana
ma muore, ch'è spenta. E
dolore , mio,
rammenta quell'anno
sul ciglio le luci cangiavano iridio,
la vita (travaglia)
sorgeva, appariva
e celava.
Solo quel volto, Amore
ecco, mi giova
(brame e  brame e brame …)
d' AnimAccende.