Sicily
Palermo - Capo d'Orlando - Mongibello - Taourmina - Tindari
It is unknown to you, that country
where each day I go down deep
to nourish secret syllables.
A different light strips you, behind
the windows
clothed in night,
and another joy than mine
lies against you.
Return, serene Tindari,
stir me, sweet friend,
to raise myself to the sky from the
rock,
so that I might shape fear, for those
who do not know
what deep wind has searched me.
Salvatore Quasimodo
