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 the sky.
Dark things tend towards brightness, bodies run into tints and tones diluting to music. Lightness becomes the fortune of fortunes.
Bring me the plant that climbs there where blond transparencies stir and life distils like spirit, bring the sunflower crazed with light.
Translated from the Italian by the Editor.