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Un tempo sull’acqua con barca,
The cloak of fog in the sunshower,
Lake Garda, Petrarca, Arco,
Le mani di piano – staccato –
In charcoal they draw my profile,
A backdrop of yachts, le Alpi,
Fishermen laugh and target
Their cigarettes up to the clouds…
Our voices will change in due time,
But the lake will remain, nonostante,
As the promenades where Byron,
Goethe, Nabokov, others
ate lemons,
and the contours of le montagne
kneeled on the Garda’s body,
sulla faccia del lago…
