Giovanni Pascoli Poems
|1.||In The Fog||9/20/2010|
|2.||Xxiii. The Truth||12/31/2011|
|3.||The Gold Of Night||9/20/2010|
|5.||La Quercia Caduta||12/31/2011|
And the blue sea loved him, swept him
far out for nine days and nights,
swept him to a distant island,
to the cave covered with leaves
of grape vines blooming to the edge.
And around it, a gloomy forest
of alders and pungent cypresses;
and hawks and owls and squawking crows
making their nests there. And nothing left alive,
neither god nor man, ever stepped there.
Then, among the leaves of the forest, the hawks
beat their noisy wings, chasing out
the owls from holes in the old trees,
and from branches, the squawking crows
flapped at the thing that...