July 22, 2016

You Exist; It Ignores Me by Andrea Zanzotto









You exist; the season
ignores me, leaves me all shivers;
endless strawberries in the woods and apples 
in the countless rains

Pure summer consumed 
by strong winds
lit by love

and quite another flowering 
that means nothing, weighs nothing,
and this impromptu afternoon
so I may take leave of you

With you green now 
with fogs and light-shafts
you save me, I see again 
among blinding riches.



translated by Ruth Feldman & Brian Swann