I recall your smile, and it is for me a lucid water
Discovered by chance between the pebbles,
a meager mirror in which to watch a reflection of the ivy,
and with it all I embrace a quiet white sky.
Such is my memory; I would not know how to describe,
or distant from your face as it expresses the free, innocent spirit,
Or are you a wanderer who challenges the evil of the world
and who carriers his suffering with himself like a talisman.
But this I can say to you,that the memory of your image
engulfs the animosity in a big, calm wave,
and which your image brings to my vivid memory
Openhearted like the tip of a young palm…
(Eugenio Montale, Ossi di seppia,
"Ripenso il tuo sorriso, ed è per me un'acqua limpida",
translated by Chris Dolezalek)
