Tag: fog

Eleventh Of The Twelve

Welcome, November,
entered on tiptoe.
Mirthless whisperer
of bygone summer’s woe.

Misunderstood month,
despised by the most.
Yet you offer comfort
to the scared and lost.

A thick fog is cast,
veiling all of our pains.
Cleansing rain of past
sins keenly hailed again.

When the first ice comes,
congealing men’s ardours,
a truce gently calms
many turbulent sorrows.

Bright colours are muted,
ceased offending the eyes
too delicate to bear
the arrogance of light.

The little blade of grass
peeping out of frozen mud
is as weak against the gusts
as me at the idea of God.

novembre 23, 2025

Cinque Pensieri Dal Finestrino Parte 3 / Five Reflections From The Train Window Part 3

Italiano (English below):

Siamo qui
che scivoliamo tra i campi
a velocità costante,
sembrano ottanta
ma sono centocinquanta
chilometri orari,
cullati dal ritmo  
del treno che sobbalza.

So che è la Pianura Padana,  
ma con poco sforzo  
mi ritrovo su un treno  
tra Danzica e Varsavia,  
in Ontario, in Canada,  
e con un volo pindarico,  
sulla Transiberiana.

Sarà questa nebbia  
che offusca la vista  
e confonde i confini.  
Il qui e ora, sul treno,  
è una bolla alla deriva.


English:

We are here
sliding through the fields
at a steady speed,
it feels like eighty
but it’s a hundred and fifty
kilometers per hour,
cradled by the rhythm
of the jolting train.

I know this is the Po Valley,
but with little effort
I find myself on a train
between Gdańsk and Warsaw,
in Ontario, in Canada,
and with a leap of fancy,
on the Trans-Siberian.

Perhaps it’s this fog
that blurs the view
and confounds all confines.
The here and now, on the train,
is a drifting bubble.

novembre 3, 2025