Umberto Fiori
Umberto Fiori is an Italian poet. This evening a good friend gave me the loan of a volume of Fiori's poetry entitled, Terminus (Translations from the Italian). Here is a lovely poem:Gust
Under the scaffolding the tree
changes colour,
leaf by leaf
it begins to tremble
with the wind, and only now
I became aware of myself
who had been looking at it:
as when in a choir
in a row of faces
you see one of them
singing the same thing.
changes colour,
leaf by leaf
it begins to tremble
with the wind, and only now
I became aware of myself
who had been looking at it:
as when in a choir
in a row of faces
you see one of them
singing the same thing.
Why did I choose this poem? The imagery of the tree with it's leaves changing colour - this worked magic for my imagination. It is uplifting to read beautiful poetry because like tilling the soil it is lovely therapy for mind and body.
Labels: Italian peotry, nature, soil, trees
posted by Thomas @ 9:52 pm
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