Lombard Spring / Rondeau á Lago Maggiore

The Spring won’t come. A dun bird shifts
his leaden wing and preens the quick
unplanished sky. The rain holds back
above the glacier’s mirrored lac.
Sheet pinned to sheet clouds sullen drift,

Mountain’s iron foot shores the split,
Dis’ black horses elude the bit.
In white re-dressed the peak sounds back:
The Spring won’t come!

Persephone irons out her shift,
Twists off her leaden ring and quick
folds up famine’s sheet; sighs, turns back
to Somnus’ smile ingrained with lack
of sleep pinned to sleep, beauty drifts,
the Spring won’t come.

listen to this poem here:

Real-time webcam view of Lago Maggiore from Cerro

~ by bonniemcclellan on March 13, 2011.

Posted in Art and Observation, Life In Italy, Poetry and Translation
Tags: Bonnie McClellan, Italy, Lago Maggiore, my work, persephone, poetry, rondeau, spring time

5 Responses to “Lombard Spring / Rondeau á Lago Maggiore”

“unplanished”?

Love you. – Dad

texasviejo said this on March 14, 2011 at 3:15 pm | Reply
AN ITALIAN TALE

Spring never comes
On the Lac Majeur
As it always stands there
Under shades of the grey

Climbing rains are drawing
Shapes of past futures
While clouds of wisteria
Lead the paths of fools and warriors

Whatever time is playing
Masters of the rhythm
Unslaved to their smile
Keep the eyes open on the void

gmc said this on March 17, 2011 at 6:57 pm | Reply
- Thank you Gilles-Marie,
  
  wisteria: not
  yet but the leaves are thinking
  round, green thoughts.
  the web cam
  keeps an eye on them.
  
  bonniemcclellan said this on March 24, 2011 at 6:31 am | Reply
btw, this makes me think to this song (with great lyrics):

mort shuman, before he came living in france, wrote a large number of tunes with doc pomus for a certain elvis preley; here’s another of his french songs:

gmc said this on March 17, 2011 at 9:32 pm | Reply
- Enjoyed the music…grazie.
  
  bonniemcclellan said this on March 24, 2011 at 6:32 am | Reply

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