Four Poems

GINESTRA

What on earth makes it possible-
Over rocky slopes
Yellow explodes and replenishes itself,
With pulse on pulse an airy
Marine perfume floats and is
A robe of shivers around the mountain

It must be contained
In the chemical roots
Nothing explodes, the yellow simply
Unfolds; nothing,
Nevertheless, unfolds like this,
Metaphor and fact refuse to mix

And the plant hangs in such
Delicate balance the wonder is
Yellow shrank in us to a blazon
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