Salvatore Quasimodo – Poesia d’amore / Love poem

The wind sways exultant, and bears
leaves on the trees in the Park,
there is grass already around
the walls of the Castle, barges
of sand thread the Naviglio Grande.
Irritating, unhinged, it’s a day
that turns to ice like any other,
it goes on, it will. But you’re here and have no limits:
it does violence thus to motionless death;
and prepares our bed of life.