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Photo by New York Scugnizzo
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The March or vernal equinox marks the beginning of spring, a time of rebirth and fertility. In celebration of the new season I would like to share a poem by the acclaimed Sicilian poet Salvatore Quasimodo from The Night Fountain: Selected Early Poems translated by Marco Sonzogni & Gerald Dawe, Arc Publications, 2008, p. 69.
Sure, the fragrant cedars are wet with dew
but I smell your mouth only: scented star;
sure, the dawn spreads the seeds of light,
but I see because your eyes look at me.
I will sketch you in the petal of a magnolia,
in woods of myrrh, where at night sounds of water
soothe butterflies to sleep in satin cradles.
