Claire Roberts’s poetry has appeared in a number of Australian journals including Arena, Cordite, Bluepepper and Southerly. She is completing her first collection titled ‘The Fragile Season’. more »
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Desire for your fair hands
In the half-light of the flame:
I learn of the bay oaks, of the roses;
Of death. Old winter.
The birds looked for the grain
And were suddenly in snow;
A little sun, a shining angel,
And then the fog; and the trees
And we became air in the morning.
'Antico Inverno' translated from Italian by Salvatore Quasimodo.
Note: the literal translation of 'antico' is clearly ancient however, the English word 'old' is a better substitute here in order to maintain Salvatore Quasimodo's musicality.