Umberto Saba – The leaf / La foglia
Andrew Wyeth, Long limb, 1999 I am like that leaf, look, on the bare branch, to which wonder still attaches. Ignore me then. Don’t be saddened by my great age that fills you with anxiety, and lingers here in childish outbursts. Wish me farewell, though there’s no need to say it. Dying is nothing; it’s …