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Salvatore Quasimodo – Oboe sommerso/Sunken Oboe

Henri Gervex, Ophelia, 1910 Miser pain, delay your gift in this my hour of longed-for abandons. Chill, again an oboe utters joy of everlasting leaves, not mine, and disremembers; evening falls: the water sets on my grassy hands. In a dim sky, fleeting wings sway; the heart migrates and I am fallow and the days, …

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Salvatore Quasimodo – Alle fronde dei salici/On the branches of the willows

Edward Burne-Jones, The Love Song, 1877 And how could we have sung with the foreign foot on our heart, among the dead abandoned in the squares on the grass set hard with ice, at the lamb-like cry of children, at the black howl of the mother advancing on her son crucified on the telegraph pole? …

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