Italy
Sono un poeta
un grido unanime
sono un grumo di sogni
Sono un frutto
d’innumerevoli contrasti d’innesti
maturato in una serra
Ma il tuo popolo è portato
dalla stessa terra
che mi porta
Italia
E in questa uniforme
di tuo soldato
mi riposo
come fosse la culla
di mio padre
Translations of this Poem
Italy
I am a poet
a unanimous cry
I am a particle of dreams
I am a fruit
of countless diverse graftings
ripened in a hot-house
But your People are carried
by the same earth
that carries me
Italy
In this uniform
a soldier of yours
I take my rest
as if the cradle
of my father
Source: from Like Leaves in Autumn - Responses to the War Poetry of Giuseppe Ungaretti edited by Carlo Pirozzi and Katherine Lockton (Edinburgh: Luath Books, 2015), translated by Heather Scott. Reproduced by kind permission of the translator.
