Ah the Delight . . .

By Franco Fortini Franco Fortini

Translated By Geoffrey Brock

Ah the delight of dawn!
Over the grassy lawn
the spark of silk, of silk
spat out by some small spider
to be the breeze's pawn.

A distant siren whines
from the freeway. Sun shines!
What a Sunday, what peace!
An old man's tidy peace,
his favorite hour of all.

The ants march on in rows.
They're off to do who knows
what harm to the ripe pears ...
Such sun now on the wall!
The lizards heed its call.

Source: Poetry (December 2007).

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This poem originally appeared in the December 2007 issue of Poetry magazine

December 2007

Biography

Franco Fortini was born Franco Lattes in Florence in 1917 to a Jewish father and a Catholic mother, but after the racial laws of 1938 he traded his hazardous surname for his mother's maiden name. Drafted into the army in 1941, he deserted in 1943 and joined the partisans. His first book of poetry, Foglio di via (Deportation order), appeared in 1946, and his last, Composita solvantur (Let componds be dissolved), appeared in 1994, . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals

POET’S REGION Italy

Poetic Terms Ode, Rhymed Stanza

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