[May, Night] Poem by Antonella Anedda

to my mother and father


May wind from Bonifacio to Corte, mistral from the Sardinia Strait retreating to Santa Teresa and south of south to Campidano. Star-shaped archipelagoes and godless beauty's fury. The cows parade for the Feast of Sant'Efisio with their horns bedecked in flowers, they advance with the sea white light across their backs.

Below - the horizon. Here - in the room - dies the best-loved dog with its snout ajar to the light nearly finished by an invisible hand.

Translated by John Rugman