Evening and slanting,
downward goes my way.
Yesterday in love still,
“Don’t forget” you prayed.
Now there’s only shepherds’
cry, and glancing winds,
and the worried cedars
stand by clear springs.
Ho davanti la via isoscele
della sera.
Già ieri, innamorato,
supplicava: “Non dimenticarmi”.
E adesso solamente i venti
e i gridi dei pastori
e i cedri agitati
sopra fresche fontane.
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