Wind at Tindari - Salvatore Quasimodo --------------------- (Tindari, mite ti so) Tindari, I know you mild between broad hills, overhanging the waters of the god’s sweet islands. Today, you confront me and penetrate my heart. I climb airy peaks, precipices, following the wind in the pines, and the crowd of them, lightly accompanying me, fly off into the air, wave of love and sound, and you take me to you, you from whom I wrongly gathered evil, and fear of shadow, silence – refuge of sweetness, once certain – and death of spirit. It is unknown to you, that country where each day I go deep to nourish secret syllables: a different light bares you, behind the windows clothed in night, and another joy than mine rests on your breast. Exile is harsh and the search, for harmony, ending in you, changes today to a precocious anxiousness for death, and every love is a shield against sadness, a silent stair in the gloom, where you station me to break my bitter bread. 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. Note: Tindari, ancient Tyndaris, lies on a coastal headland in the province of Messina, Italy
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