Antonia Pozzi – Altura / The heights
Claude Monet, Water lilies, 1905 Wisteria bloomed slowly over us. The last boat crossed the lake at the foot of the mountains. At dusk I gathered purple petals in my apron: when the gate banged the way back plunged into darkness. (Transl. by Lawrence Venuti) La glicine sfiorì lentamente su noi. E l’ultimo battello attraversava …