OPERA

Sognarti, bianca arenaria
bella custode di una storia d'amore
che finė, e qui trova memoria
fra il lago, il monte e la dura pietra.

Voleranno via -pure- i cigni selvatici di Yeats
dal lago blu; di qualsiasi lago
resterā solo -della vita- la scia,
il pensiero, il sogno e sbiaditi progetti.

Thinking of you, Kylemore Abbey
with your puffs of green
that I had never seen
and the wild rock, grey.

Dreaming of you, white sandstone
beautiful keeper of a love story
which ended, and here finds memory
in the lake, the mountain and the hard stone.

Will fly away -too- Yeats' wild swans
from the blue lake: of any lake
will stay only the life's wake,
the thought, the dream and some faded plans.