
Giuseppe Ungaretti
Vigil (Veglia)
All night
lying sprawled
near a killed
comrad
and his contorted
mouth
turned towards
the full moon
and his flushed
hands
inside
my silence
I wrote letters
full of love
I never became
so attached
to my life
Cima Quattro, december 1915
translated by G. Monte; many thanks to Annie Huth.
Picture: Guido Monte, Oltre (2007)
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