Agrigentum road (Strada di Agrigentum)<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\nThere a wind endures that I remember\r\n\r\nkindled in the manes of horses\r\n\r\nracing aslant across the plains, a wind\r\n\r\nthat stains and scars the sandstone\r\n\r\nand the heart of mournful telamones toppled\r\n\r\non the grass. Aged soul, grey with rancor\r\n\r\nreturn to that wind, breathe in\r\n\r\nthe delicate musk that clothes\r\n\r\nthe giants cast down by heaven.\r\n\r\nHow alone in the space that’s left to you!\r\n\r\nAnd more do you grieve if still you hear\r\n\r\nthe sound that drifts toward the sea\r\n\r\nwhere Hesperus trails at early morn\r\n\r\nthe jew’s harp’s melanchonic twang\r\n\r\nin the throat of the cartman\r\n\r\nwho slowly ascends the moon-cleansed hill\r\n\r\nmid the murmur of moorish olive trees.\r\n\r\n Salvatore Quasimodo – translation by Prof. Micheal Campo – Trinity College-Hartford CT<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Literary Agrigento: Salvatore Quasimodo Agrigentum road (Strada di Agrigentum) There a wind endures that I remember kindled in the manes of horses racing aslant across the plains, a wind that stains and scars the sandstone and the heart of mournful telamones toppled on the grass. Aged soul, grey with rancor return to that wind, breathe […]","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1792,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1794","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n