Budapest-Fine Arts
He courted her
With a decadent sweet art
Like the wind’s vowel
Blowing through the hazels:
La corteggiava
con una dolce arte decadente
simile alla vocale del vento
che soffia tra i noccioli:
“Are you Diana…?”
And was the Actaeon
his high lament
The stag’s exhausted belling?
“Sei tu Diana?”
lui era Atteone,
il suo alto lamento
l’esausto bramito del cervo?
Poetry for a sustainable future