Eugenio Montale
MOTTETTI / MOTETS translated by Alan Tucker
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Brina sui vetri; uniti
Fu il tuo esilio. Ripenso
E durarono a lungo i notturni giuochi
È scorsa un'ala rude, t'ha sfiorato le mani, |
III
Rime on the windows. United
That was your exile. I think back
Fireworks banging all night, Bengal |
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NOTE: the first word Brina may be brine or hoarfrost. In an early less inhibited version I was more chilled out by the poem. I have no idea what a ballerina bomb was.
Mottetti III first version
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