CADUTE/FALLS

Fende l’aria – all’addio arreso
si stacca il petalo. Ancor profuma.
E la sua corolla – ignara all’appartenenza,
all’oscuro del congedo umano,
soccombe.

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CHEZ NOUS/IN OUR PLACE

Nel giardino di Rodin, in osservazione.
2018 – Maria A. Listur

 

FALLS

It pierces the air – to the yielded farewell
the petal detaches. It still smells nice.
And its corolla – unaware of the belonging,
unaware of the human envoy,
dies.

In Rodin’s garden, in observation.
2018 – Maria A. Listur