THE HOUSE OF STONE

Anna Santoliquido

Anna Santoliquido

I’ve seen again
years later
the house of stone
wrapped in the sun
and in silence.
Time
silently
has chiselled
its story
on its outer face
offering it as a gift
to the curious eyes
of summer visitors.
The old plane-tree too
still paints
its picture
with its cool shadow
which for long years
it has given
to the burning stones
and the remains
of a door
long worn out.
The seat
a stony witness
in its dignity
is still there.
She is no longer there
she who darked-faced
and white-haired
questioned the sky
as if in prayer…
Everything had an air
of past history,
of regret.
I’ve seen life again
in a tuft of grass
growing miraculously
in a crevice.
I’ve spoken to the stones
about beauty
and life
and love.
(Translated by Valerie Cleverton)
from ED E’ PER QUESTO CHE ERRO