Alfonsina Storni

(29 May 1892 – 25 October 1938 / Capriasca)

They'Ve Come - Poem by Alfonsina Storni

Today my mother and sisters
came to see me.

I had been alone a long time
with my poems, my pride . . . almost nothing.

My sister---the oldest---is grown up,
is blondish. An elemental dream
goes through her eyes: I told the youngest
"Life is sweet. Everything bad comes to an end."

My mother smiled as those who understand souls
tend to do;
She placed two hands on my shoulders.
She's staring at me . . .
and tears spring from my eyes.

We ate together in the warmest room
of the house.
Spring sky . . . to see it
all the windows were opened.

And while we talked together quietly
of so much that is old and forgotten,
My sister---the youngest---interrupts:
"The swallows are flying by us."


Comments about They'Ve Come by Alfonsina Storni

  • Manonton Dalan (1/21/2016 12:59:00 AM)

    it's always nice talking
    to your mother and siblings (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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