Villa closed
So a family of closed and abandoned
from time immemorial,
secret and closed as the heart of a poet who lives in
enforced solitude. The
around a hedge, and it seems walled
bitter boxwood, and the shade of the pine forest
does not break from the more no more restless talkative
the fountain dried up.
So great is the peace in this intisichita
villa that seems almost everything is seen to traverse
of a lens. Only a rusty Ventarola
high up on the tower silent
turning, turning interminatamente.
Corrado Govoni
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