Author: Eugenio Montale

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Sofia, Poetry

Wind on the Crescent

Edinburgh The great bridge did not lead to you. I would have reached you, even sailing the sewers, at your slightest command. But strength, with the sun on the glass-paned verandas, was already draining away....

Sofia, Poetry

Bring Me the Sunflower

Bring Me the Sunflower Bring me the sunflower for me to transplant in my earth scorched by the salt sea wind, so that its gold face yearns all day up to the blue mirror of...