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TO THE MOTHER

( Davide Riccio ITA - A MIA MADRE )

 

 

 

I know why the sea

Is fascinating me:

She was breathing in

And breakers on the rocks

Foaming are washing;

 

And for the wave is broken

Constant, slow,

And diminishing the crest

Driven back it retires,

Peaceful she was breathing out.

 

Then the feeble lapping

Hypnotic, amniotic,

Wraps me once more

 

And I would it was

Never ending… and still

Without erosion.