Claire Roberts

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Claire Roberts Poems

1. Devout As A Branch Curved By Snow 6/2/2015
2. Old Winter 6/2/2015
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Old Winter

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;
Like utterances.
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.

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