I was born on the twentyfirst in Spring
but did not know that being born a fool,
unearthing the soil
could sow storms.
And so fair Proserpina
watches it rain on fields,
on the giant gentle wheats
and always cries at night.
Maybe that’s her prayer.
[Original Italian by Alda Merini, ‘Sono nata il 21 a primavera’]
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